| 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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