One more week! woot WOOT! I'm so so so so so so so so so excited to be done. Although I do feel the occasional moment of nostalgia, most of the time I just want to do a little celebratory jig. I never thought this moment would get here!
I've already sent a menu to my parents of all the foods I want when I arrive. And when I say arrive, I mean in the airport before we even get to the car. The following items will probably do a number on my stomach, but let's face it - I've endured nine months of weekly bouts of diarrhea. It will almost be a sincere pleasure to endure gastrointestinal disfunction in the luxurious accommodations of a bathroom with a sink, toilet paper, a Western toilet, air conditioning, and a fan. Bring on the processed, preservative-filled, artery-clogging, FDA approved wonders of a Western diet!
1. More than anything, I want a bottle of wine. Or a box. I'm not picky. And if you're thinking of a welcome-home gift, I like Cabernet Sauvignon.
2. Taco Bell has been on my mind since I arrived in Indonesia on August 22, 2010. Yes, I am fully aware of the questionable meat in their tacos, but let's face it. I've been eating vegetables fertilized with human feces. I can take it.
3. I wouldn't be a Southerner if I didn't want biscuits, green beans, mac and cheese, squash casserole, fried okra, and creamed corn. Yummmmmmmy!
4. B.B.Q. Enough said.
5. And finally, to wash it all down (the wine will be my appetizer), a gigantic glass of Chick-Fil-A lemonade. Maybe coupled with a chicken biscuit.
You might be reading this and thinking, "Whoa fatty!" I don't care. You just don't understand. The closest thing we can get to American food is McDonald's and an Indonesian-friendly Pizza Hut (which means gross - people here eat tuna and corn on their pizza). I haven't come within a mile of anything even closely resembling the home-style soul food that we get back home. I'm salivating just thinking about it.
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