This being at home stuff is stressful. So many people to see, so many “American” things to do.
I’ve resorted to my bad high school habits: crappy TV and a lot of junk food. Teen Mom is on? Cracking open a can of chunky soup now. Real Housewives? I think I’ll eat a pizza in honor of all those guidettes in Jersey.
So, I’ve decided to just indulge. After all, in just two short weeks I’ll be on a plane back to the land of olive oil and pork. No Chicago style all-beef franks or margaritas in Spain!
What’s your comfort food, the one you request first thing when you get back home? Mine’s easy: an all-beef hotdog from Portillo’s (hold the mustard) with crinkle cut fries and a milkshake. Even the novio likes them!