Bryce guided his sailboat into the slip where his RV waited. The aliens had returned him as they promised, but he’d lived on alien worlds for so long he missed simple things like a good chili-cheese dog. He sighed, “Oh how I missed familiar food.”
Beside him the alien, Portomus, looked like a man with a wolf’s head. He said, “I will miss hunting my meals, but it’s good to be back on Earth and sampling the local cuisine.”
“Yeah, about that,” said Bryce. “I’m glad you like our local food, but let’s keep the cattle mutilations to a limit, okay?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/01/08/10-january-2020/
My wife isn’t from this country. She’s from the Philippines. I can only imagine what it feels like to be in a foreign land where familiar and (usually) easily found food becomes rare, and hard to come by. I do try to help out with that by learning how to cook some of the food she grew up with.
By the same token, after visiting the Philippines several times now, some of the food there has become things I cannot live without. I wasn’t born and raised eating Dinuguan for instance, but I crave it just as much as I would any hamburger.
People are funny, right?
Dinuguan (pork blood stew)