Today I jetted off to a little slice of homegrown Americana...the army base in Bamberg. We lovingly refer to it as "little America" and lil' America it is! Shortly after I'm signed in by my folks, my mind starts to go ga-ga and all of a sudden I start craving things uncontrollably and without any feeling of satiation. For example, we went to the "D-Fac" (translation for non-i.d. holders: dining facility) and I had (please don't tell a soul) breakfast AND lunch within an hour. Now, you gotta understand, it's a cafeteria with a pretty mean selection of goodies. Granted, it is army food and most likely heavily processed, but for an American living in Deutschland, it's heaven-on-earth. I adore German food, but there is some crazy thing that clicks when I leave Germany behind and enter the coveted grounds of little America. It's like my body opens the floodgates, embracing everything from the language to the free refills to the open buffet to the burgers and fried chicken, and that little "switch" that should be telling me I'm full or shouldn't be eating an omelett with a side of philly cheese steak on fluffy white bread gets weighted down by the water. It's so bad, in a weirded out good way, that midway through my second portion of meat, I remembered I was a vegetarian. And, that's just the D-Fac! I haven't even gotten to what happens at the comissary (grocery store)...