I drank Pepsi (the glass bottle) with Ness coffee in high school. I could not afford Pepsi every day but it was fancy to get it sometimes. And it was not available in the stores much (communists). I drank a little more when I came in this country because it was so affordable but looking at people I stoped: I did not want to become the “big” American. Soda was not fancy anymore but poison for me. Without health advice my body could not take stuff that I did not know where they came from. First of all in my country Pepsi at that time had quality: glass, real sugar and good flavor. Here soda tasted fake 😩 what?! Is not like in movies? Than… my eyes could not buy food in the stores: it did not look fresh to me, again fake food. The tasteless “plastic” movie looking food. Weep-cream in a spray? Fancy seen in movies. In reality made me puke.
And, please, I don’t want to offend my adopted country, I am a proud American by choice, but my parents raised me so healthy with our own grown food!!!! When you eat good food as a child, your body won’t accept anything else than that.
So for me… eating clean is not because I read health articles, is because of my healthy childhood. My parents taught me the best. Yes, it was less food in the stores and we never had variety but we had basic clean agriculture products.
I spent hours in grocery stores (when I first moved here) to explore all the colors, packaging, tastes… some I could not buy they looked colorful but FAKE!
My dad said when I took him shopping: “how long this chicken was dead for?”
My mom would sacrifice the chicken in the morning and have a delicious stew for dinner. Now that is what my family calls fresh. Nowadays because life is faster they freezes them right the way. For me is easy to be vegetarian here, you can’t find good quality meat much. When I go home I gain some pounds. The best bacon you can ever have is the one my parents make: perfectly chopped and smoked with such a care and love. When my dad smokes it is like a whole ritual… amazing!
Thank you, Karen, for reminding me of the good old times.
Again, I don’t mean to offend anyone, but this is reality for me.
One more thing; we had one little small trash bucket a week. (Family of four)
OMG! That picture! You are cute!
I drank Pepsi (the glass bottle) with Ness coffee in high school. I could not afford Pepsi every day but it was fancy to get it sometimes. And it was not available in the stores much (communists). I drank a little more when I came in this country because it was so affordable but looking at people I stoped: I did not want to become the “big” American. Soda was not fancy anymore but poison for me. Without health advice my body could not take stuff that I did not know where they came from. First of all in my country Pepsi at that time had quality: glass, real sugar and good flavor. Here soda tasted fake 😩 what?! Is not like in movies? Than… my eyes could not buy food in the stores: it did not look fresh to me, again fake food. The tasteless “plastic” movie looking food. Weep-cream in a spray? Fancy seen in movies. In reality made me puke.
And, please, I don’t want to offend my adopted country, I am a proud American by choice, but my parents raised me so healthy with our own grown food!!!! When you eat good food as a child, your body won’t accept anything else than that.
So for me… eating clean is not because I read health articles, is because of my healthy childhood. My parents taught me the best. Yes, it was less food in the stores and we never had variety but we had basic clean agriculture products.
I spent hours in grocery stores (when I first moved here) to explore all the colors, packaging, tastes… some I could not buy they looked colorful but FAKE!
My dad said when I took him shopping: “how long this chicken was dead for?”
My mom would sacrifice the chicken in the morning and have a delicious stew for dinner. Now that is what my family calls fresh. Nowadays because life is faster they freezes them right the way. For me is easy to be vegetarian here, you can’t find good quality meat much. When I go home I gain some pounds. The best bacon you can ever have is the one my parents make: perfectly chopped and smoked with such a care and love. When my dad smokes it is like a whole ritual… amazing!
Thank you, Karen, for reminding me of the good old times.
Again, I don’t mean to offend anyone, but this is reality for me.
One more thing; we had one little small trash bucket a week. (Family of four)
Have a super Sunday!
I never have been a soda drinker!! What is a thermal paper receipt? Wow all my containers for left-overs are plastic not glass. What to do???