Foodie's Block

I am back in the states after a long-much needed brain rest in the southern part of the monde.
It's odd how difficult it is to give up your newly acquired tastes when returning from a long trip abroad. I find myself pining for freshly harvested honey, blackberries, apples, and herbs, as well as Nescafe, frozen vegetables, and white buns smothered in eggs, chili sauce, and queso blanco.
Over the last week, my appetite has diminished. There are too many food options to choose from here in NYC; all of the colors and flavors are overwhelming my brain and mouth. I can deal with drinking coffee and eating salad with vinegar and olive oil, or buttered toast or cereal or fish, but everything else is anxiety inducing.

Perhaps I am a little love sick for the land that brought me back to simple eating.
In a few more weeks I am sure my tongue will acclimate.
Until then I think I have no choice but to embrace my weeping stomach.