Global Village

This morning, we breakfasted on sumptuous Scottish sconces and bubbly Finnish butter. 

We topped the sconces with Italian strawberry jam and drank on 100% cafe Arabica. 

Our snack was crisp Californian almonds, sprinkled with Greek olive oil and some Himalayean salt. 

For lunch, we had unfrozen fajitas, imported from Mexico, and for dessert Peruvian picarones, imported from Peru.

We had bananas that travelled unripely all the way down from south Africa straight into our ripe Pacific afternoon.

Colorful circles of Japanese sushi graced our dinner, alongside a spritely Indian black tea. 

Today, the whole world met and mixed in our metabolic functions. So much so that I couldn’t help but wonder, in my nutriently diversified delirium, if the whole idea of the world as a global village was not some fat, mundane, comical prank played on us -- by us -- with a sole purpose of mocking us digestively.