when i tell stories, complain or make comparisons between my life here in germany to that in the philippines, i’ve always thought it was the pinoy in me making the comparisons. but a recent visit to an american facility here in germany made me realize how americanized my tastes actually have been. having had only small doses of the philippines the last five years, i’ve forgotten that americans indeed left more than their language as a legacy to the filipinos, and how much of what i think is “normal” is actually based on american, and not philippine metrics.

i like my brownies as moist, fudgy and chocolatey as possible; my pancakes thick and soft, oozing with maple syrup. i love root beer, and nobody can convince me that it’s comparable to malz bier. i like my coffee weak, watery and milky. with sugar, please. and ahhh..cinnamon rolls! a real comfort food and much more satisfying than crepe-mit-zucker-und-zimt. i want ice cubes in my coke, but skip the lemon. there are germans who say that the worst food in germany is mcdonald’s, but i think they still make the best french fries. ah, and bread! don’t get me started with bread! hubby’s happy enough that i’ve skipped white bread, but wheat toast is as far as i can go; i don’t understand why a loaf has to wiegh a ton and take 5 minutes to chew a mouthful of. i can go and on, and that’s not even going beyond food.

i am pinoy. or am i?

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