It’s not the high carbon travel that bothers me so much (I hate the environment), or even the unpronounceable preservatives, food dyes and trans fats. It’s the price. An inalienable right of being American is that the food that is the worst for you, and comes in the freakiest hues, is the least expensive.
But not on this side of the pond. Our little tastes of home can be found only at the poshest stores, and purchased for a pound of flesh. I guess literally.