Growing up, I was the one who always agreed with the quote, “Good food is the foundation of happiness.” Coming to the US, it seemed to me that adapting to a new food was as easy as learning the ABC’s. I mean, it is just burgers, fries, and pizza! What could be wrong? But after a few weeks, I started to long for the taste of home: the warm soup and dumplings.
That is when I came to the point that food carries memories. A single bite can take you to the moment with a table full of laughter, noise, and comfort.
Even eating meals feels casual here; people eat while driving, at desks, or while watching a movie. Back in Mongolia, it was a whole, big event. People sit together at the table as everyone starts to talk about their day, creating strong relationships with each other.
Trying new food is one of my favorite parts of living abroad. I had experienced things that I was not well-versed in, such as pancakes with syrups and even pickles in sandwiches (which honestly shocked me at first). Some things I came to love, and some I did not, but every bite teaches me about the culture, helping me understand it deeply.
And well… let’s just say there is proof that I have fully embraced the American food experience.
I have gained eight pounds since I arrived . I was both worried and panicked about it, but now I just see it as proof of my experience. Those pounds are not only from the fast food I ate; they’re from late-night snacks, dinners, and all the good memories I’ve made here so far.
