I’m not giving the South Beach diet another try till I get back to the states… but it’s a really good thing I made that decision. For every meal since I’ve gotten here, the table has been set with:
-A basket of bread (not whole wheat, either)
-A tub of butter
-A jar of Polish mayonnaise
-A platter of extremely high fat sliced meats (like, half the slice is marbled white fat)
I haven’t seen a fruit or veggie since arriving. Oh wait – yes, I have. It’s the one other dish on the table, whose name translates to “cold feet.” You take some carrots, dice them up, and them boil them with pigs’ feet until all the fat renders off into a white liquid. Then, you put it in the fridge until it solidifies. The result is a bowl of basically pure white fat with some carrots marbled in – you’re supposed to spread it on your bread. Thanks, but no thanks.
This morning there was something new on the table: a jar of strawberry jam. Out of habit, I glanced at the back of the jar, where there was no nutrition label, but there was an ingredient list. While I speak very little Polish, it didn’t take much to figure out what “syrop glukozowo-fruktozowy” is.
(For a great response to those, watch this. I love, love, LOVE it!)