I am offically a food snob. And I have the certificate to prove it.

I graduated!
And after 30 hours of traveling, one hilarious purchase of a comically oversized Cadbury bar at Heathrow,  persistent, pretentious refusal of all air plane food and one packet of Dr. Kargs seeded spelt crackers I landed in good ol' Dallas, Texas.
People have described culture shock to me after returning from trips to India or Africa but I was slightly unprepared for the level at which I experienced it as soon as my boots hit the Texan soil. Of course this was after standing in line waiting to get immigrated and feeling like a video game zombie that had just been shot in the shoulder-- needing one more shot to be properly taken down.
Why does traveling always exacerbate the offensive qualities in people making them the worst version of themselves. For example Mr. Huge Submarine Pimple never fails to keep me company and one, just one, of my eyeballs becomes horribly bloodshot, oh, and, no matter how much you want to deny it, the issue of farting in such an enclosed space always becomes so awkwardly dramatic.
At any rate I'm back in the US(SR?)-- feeling less like a zombie now and more like an MIB alien: a really strange creature with multiple heads and seven sets of teeth encased in a human body. I don't know which one I prefer. I just know that I would love to not feel jet lagged anymore.
(When I was a kid I thought it was called "jet leg" and so I was really nervous to fly to different time zones because I didn't want my leg to get "jetted". No idea what that meant I just knew it caused people to moan and complain and be awake at weird times. Good to know I've always been a hypochondriac.)
I'm happy to be back for many reasons but one very prevalent one is mexican food. But more specifically avocados. Both of which were requirements today-- of which I can now check off my list.
The local (and about 3 mile long) HEB has a "tortillaria" section of their bakery and the avocados had brown skin and were soft to the touch. Yes I will dearly miss my Sunday farmers market and local fromagerie but lord almighty sometimes a girl just needs everything she expects plus  more in one place. That's actually their tag line. "Everything you expect... plus more!"
So, so long London, England--you treated me well. I shall be back but in the mean time I am fervently awaiting the fine food adventures that await for me in these United States.