Cini Minis

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Most of last week, and I guess right now, I would die for a giant bowl of cinnamon toast crunch in cold milk. I can almost taste the crunchy squares and the cold sweet cinnamon milk.

 Alas, I am resigned to my fate of much healthier foods.

The homesickness kinda hit/peaked/appeared last weekend, for no discernable reason. And so, when I found myself in London, I found myself speedily walking towards Taco Bell. It's not the same as the USA, but at least it was a trashy tortilla wrapped around some sort of seasoned meat with a cheese sauce, the epitome of deliciousness. It made my heart happy.

As did the Pizza Hut pizza my friend and I got Sunday. The garlic bread actually had the buttery USA taste, way different from the gourmet breads here. The pizza was a thick doughy crust, that left my fingers greasy, and there was actually a good amount of melty cheap cheese on top. None of the fancy thin crust or scattering of gourmet cheeses here!!!

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The above was written several days ago, in the peak of my sadness. There is a sadness in my feeling of lost freedom. In the past, my cravings were always satiated within a few days, with a grocery trip. Now, the thought they would not be fulfilled until September seemed so long. 

 But the Lord is kind. Today's shopping at a random German grocery store found me staring at a box of Nestle cini minis. They have the right shape and tiny eyes reminiscent of CTC, and the box practically leapt into my cart. I am reining in my self control to wait until I'm back in Lux and see if they will suffice. Check back next week for an update :)

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