America still wants it big. And with ice.

Today we went to “Costco”, this gigantic supermarket with sizes and packages that are too big for any human being. The first time I went there my head was spinning, too many sausages, too much meat, too many red reindeer, teddies and pandas, bigger than a queen size bed. I was sweating, trying to keep up with the size of things, with the men packed with toilet paper, the woman packed with cereal and gigantic shaving cream bottles, the kids full of chocolate. After minutes I felt like I was approaching Gulliver, disguised as a big brown bear in the middle of a toy section. America loves everything big and with a lot of ice in it. (If you order a coke with no ice people look at you as if you are terminally ill.) We stopped at this kitchen to have a look and figure out, why this little pastel colour kitchen looked so attractive. The guy from Direct TV next door asked “Should I take a picture of you cooking in that kitchen?” So why would someone like to see a grown up person cooking in a kids kitchen. Gulliver-effect: I was too big for this kitchen, but the Americans seem to like the idea of the wrong sizes. So if you can keep up with “Costco”, no longer missing that eurotrash like “petit four”, you are American. For sure. Check yourself. I want to come back for the reindeer in red, that I can’t possibly push through my door.