Same with the meat. Where does it come from? Nobody cares over here, as long as they have enough meat to eat. You go to the butcher, he takes out a chicken breast from the freezer, puts it into a plastic bag and off you go with 500 gram for $3. No questions whether you want organic chicken or cheap chicken or happy chicken or whatever chicken. Of course, eating chicken when living with a Nica family is different. Then you can be 100% sure that you eat a free-range chicken which has run across the whole neighbourhood, got chased by dogs and cats and ate the scraps of your leftover food. It got killed softly by twisting its throat and the feathers were plucked one after the other by hand. Is that what organic chicken is all about and what the Europeans try to reach?
Apart from the fact, that here you anyway do not have the slightest clue where all the food and vegetables come from. Sometimes the tomatoes just look too good to be true, the potatoes are just too big and the carrots too orange. Sometimes I wonder if the tomatoes have ever seen real sunlight, if the carrots ever touched real soil or if apples ever hung on a real tree. Yes, over here the veggies do look like straight out of the factory, but not from a dirty field. I guess, that is just another perspective about things over here.
The only thing I worry about right now is, what the fuck am I gonna eat once I get back home!?! What if the pineapple is not sweet enough, if the tomatoes are not ripe enough, if Mangoes are not juicy enough or if the potatoes are not big enough? What if olive oil tastes too much of olives, if cheese just tastes too cheesy or if dark German bread is just too dark for me? What if I cannot buy dragon fruit anywhere, if I cannot get my daily beans, if I cannot find cooking bananas or if there is no banana bread, no banana crisps and no fried sweet banana? Or what if there is just too much food in the supermarket to choose from?