| THE HUNGER
DOWN UNDER |
| Arriving in Australia, Jackie
decided she'd come to a quasi-paradise. |
"I was frightened a bit in the early days.
I originally arrived in Far North Queensland. Rain forests.
The Great Barrier Reef. Visually stunning, but the "sticks"
food wise. In Australia, the food culture hits the cities
first and trickles into the country. I was fresh from
New York. I may not have done much to improve on our
"Ugly American" reputation by terrorizing the restaurants
with my slick city standards and Manhattan-molded demands.
I'm surprised they didn't slam the food in front of
me and scream, "Just Bloody Eat It!", but that would
have been decidedly un-Australian."
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| The beauty and the sense of
hopefulness coupled with the bounty of incredible produce
available across the board, and the multicultural abundance
of restaurants, markets, food stores, etc., wore down
Jackie's tough Brooklyn barnacles. |
"I have never seen a culture that embraces such an
wide variety of good food. One of the things I especially
love about Australia is great food is not an exclusive
commodity. From the little fruit purveyor and the
neighborhood butcher, to the huge chain stores and
the sumptuous open air markets, there is a high standard
of quality and competitive food prices. There is no
delineation based on income levels or what neighborhoods
you live in. There is such a respect for food there.
I totally fell in love with it.
It was so disheartening when I'd return to New York,
and was forced to shop in the hermetically sealed,
genetically engineered vegetable section in my neighborhood
supermarket. I'd see them seriously selling pink tomatoes
and I'd want to break down and cry. But I'd stay strong
knowing that I knew a place where I could still squeeze
those juicy red beauties before I bought 'em."
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| And she finally felt really
comfortable singing. |
"I was in Australia maybe three days. I'd been horseback
riding with my friend, Barbara, in this huge tea plantation
near the Great Barrier Reef. Our host was serving
us cups of tea that he boiled up in his 'billy' (a
can that Australians would hang over the open fire
when traveling in the outback in the old days) and
he was playing Waltzing Matilda and singing. He asked
if anyone else wanted to sing and I froze. Barbara
piped up, 'My friend Jackie sings.' It was all eyes
on me and I did it. It was like someone opened a floodgate.
I was singing on boats, in karaoke clubs and at festivals.
I was winning prizes! When I finally moved to Melbourne,
I realized my dream and worked as a professional singer!"
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