I felt exactly the same way when I was in England: the food thing. I missed it more than I ever thought I would. I used to actually write out lists of all the Oregon-y and States-y stuff I missed, and when I landed at O'Hare for my connecting flight, I bought myself an apple pie from McDonald's and ate it while going through the moving sidewalk between concourses, looking up at the lights. And I was a happy girl.
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