This morning we dropped Jon off at the airport for his first international business trip since we’ve moved to Ireland. He’s going to…California! We figured that it’s actually going to take him longer to fly to California from here than it would have taken him to drive there from Seattle. Go figure.
Before he left for his trip he asked if there was anything I needed him to pick up for me while he was back in the states. And, since we’ve been here for all of 3 months now, I already had a list of things that I can’t find here that I miss from “home”. As I looked the list over, however, I came to a disturbing realization: I am a junk food addicted American. I mean, really, why was I eating this crap in the first place and, more importantly, why do I miss it all so much? I swear I didn’t eat these things THAT often, but somehow now that I know I can’t have them I’m just craving them like crazy. The list went something like this:
- 12 boxes Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (the blue box, not cheap store brand)
- Goldfish crackers
- Fruit snacks (10% real fruit juice or less, please)
- Puffs (for baby)
- GoGo Squeez pouches
- Chocolate chips (the 10 lb. bag from Costco should do just fine)
- Dr. Pepper
- Root Beer
- Graham Crackers
- Grape jelly
- Pho with extra hoisin sauce
- Funfetti Frosting
- Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
- Peanut Butter M&M’s
- Jif Peanut Butter
- Peanut Butter Twix
- JUST ANYTHING WITH PEANUT BUTTER!!!
- Individually packaged frozen boneless skinless chicken breasts
- Mrs. Butterworth’s syrup (NOT real maple)
- Baked beans
- Black beans
- Tabasco Sauce
- Chai Tea mix
- Pumpkin puree
- Pumpkin puree (I actually did–unknowingly–write it 2 times on the list…I guess it’s really just that important to me)
- A shop/cafe/restaurant/coffee stand with a drive-thru. Preferably a 24-hour drive-thru. I’d even settle for anything that’s open before 10 AM and/or past 7 PM.
So, there you have it, I am a glutton. Have fun shopping, Sweetie, and I hope they let you back through customs. Anything you are not able to procure on this trip will be added to my “binge list” for our trip home at Christmas time. You’ve been warned.
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