The food was very good. It was hotdogs and hamburgers. When I first got there, only the hot dogs were out. And by the time I got a hamburger, I was so excited about having it, I gobbled it down before I could take a picture of it. I was told by some of the current volunteers that this celebration is the only time they get a decent hamburger. I’m already counting down until my next one.
It was so great to have American food. That is something I have been missing pretty much since I have been here. I feel like the 3-year-old who wants what she can’t have. As soon as I find out I can’t have hamburgers, that’s all I want no matter what else is offered.
I found the interpretation of the “American” food interesting. The meat of the hotdogs and hamburger were delicious, but buns were much larger then the pieces of meat and were very chewy. Everything else is not what I would generally think of as American. The sides were couscous and pasta salad; both delicious, but the flavors reminded me more of Greek. And the cupcakes were very dense cake with raisins in it. And although I enjoyed the food a lot, the Moldovan version of American food made me wonder about how much America probably butchers ethnic foods.
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