I mean, really crap, overpriced, easy take away junk. I’m not proud, and it’s part of the travelling process that I don’t like, but so far haven’t worked out a smart way to avoid.
My greatest disgust – in terms saying “I’m not desperate enough to go in there” is the good old American chain, Krispy Kremes.
I’m sure if I had a sweet tooth I’d see the green, red and white sign with completely different eyes, but most of the time I don’t, so all I see is a big fat sign advertising ‘lard’.
And I hate to be a cow, but the only people I ever see carrying the Krispy Kreme bags onto the plane or around the airport are people that, well, ok I’ll just say it, are above average weight wise.
And thanks to the guidance of my judgmental mother’s upbringing, I look and wonder why they look so pleased with their purchase? “Clearly,your mate Krispy ain’t really your friend!” I’m not wanting be mean, I’m just saying, there’s a pattern.
Yet the hypocrisy of where I sit, is that I think such plastic, ‘not so fantastic’ food chains, when in the environment of their origin, America, seem a lot more harmless.
I’m happy to whip in and try some vile, burger that looks like the bun would be better used to scrub bathroom floors, just because I’m in the States. It feels like some slightly pointless cultural treat, one that might not quite make it to the front of a postcard. It’s sure no Eiffel Tower.
So it’s all good while the enemy stays in it’s own domain, but what about when it crosses our borders XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
If we allow more and more American chains, and believe me, they’re slowing popping up everywhere, then what do we get in return? A cultural as obese and ignorant as so many parts of the US already are? Wow, great, what an exchange!
I realised this week that not even my mother’s constant reminders that putting weight on as a child was unacceptable, is going to protect me from a future that includes not some, but only elastic waist pants. Why?
Because I bought my first Krispy Kreme!
I’ll never forget it, my eyes scanned the airport food court, there it was – the green, red and white, calling my name (and yes, it had an American accent).
And with all the previous judgement, and neurotic mother programming aside, I headed to that counter.
“What would you like m’am?” I’d like to think I wasn’t a little terse but I probably was. “I don’t really know. I don’t normally come here.”
Yeah whatever, who cares now, I’m about to cross the line anyway, and the only thing I’m about to look down on is that damn donut.
The point is not which two I chose to purchase, or whether I loved them so much I will dream about them like I did once with a pair of really hot shoes – the point is I buckled. I got lazy, and the big American chain won.
And forgetting the carb loading for one minute, this guys can afford to be right in your lazy way, cause they can afford the expensive real estate. Little Tony with his fresh food does not stand a chance.
They’ve hooked most of America, without a toss for their health or their strained hearts, and they’re salivating at the thought of doing the same to you.
Life is hard enough having to duck and weave all the temptations and addicitons that already make up our sometimes difficult paths – but today I realised the power of the unhealthy, powerful American food chain. And I really thought I knew better.
So let’s keep an eye on our American buddies, and as a family, ask yourself “Is there a better option than them when it comes to feeding your troops?”
Tune in to Amber Sunday on 5AA – www.amberpetty.com.au