It cannot be contested that America does things BIG. Everything is massive; sometimes brilliantly so (e.g. 10 inch diameter cookies), and mostimes to a completely useless, wasteful extent (e.g. 10 inch diameter cookies). Like I said ages ago, I love lists, so here is a medium sized list with small paragraphs of detai explaining the big things stateside:
Biggest meal: A 'sharing plate for two' that was probably responsible for all salmon shortages everywhere. This also came with 500 slabs of three other unidentifiable ichthyoids - all of them completely delicious and smoky - an entire pot of Philadelphia cheese and a bagel the size of my head. That is actually saying quite something, as the entire Gregson family all have large heads, especially my bro.
Biggest compliment: I LIKE YOUR LINEN!!...MA'AM!! I LIKE YOUR LIIIIINNNNEEEENNNN!! Shouted at me by a disembodied voice somewhere on the street. I panicked and went into denial, convincing myself that my fairly plain linen dress was not exciting enough to warrant this outburst of appreciation for the flax, so carried on without turning round. I now regret this as I would like to have met the fabric enthusiast.
Biggest cringe: Beautiful Waiter: Sorry, I'm not so good at holding these bowls, they're new here and quite an irregular shape.
Polly: Oh no problem at all. [simpering please be my friend voice] They're lovely bowls :D :D :D :D
Beautiful Waiter: [slightly put off] Yes. Lots of fun.
Polly: A party in every mouthful you could say, eh? EH?
Beautiful Waiter: ...
Biggest small thing: Teeth. So many perfect, massive, shining, glorious, calcium-saturated, square representations of private health service. Similar to the basilisk, one must never look directly at them in order to avoid instant death from strong feelings of inadequacy.
Biggest secret: I ate all the free chocolates that were put in our room before my brother had a chance to see them.
Biggest cultural peculiarity: The attitude towards alcohol. A) Drinking age of 21 - people under this age are not even allowed inside the bar. My brother and I just sat dejectedly on the pavement while our parents had a great time. B) No booze for sale in supermarkets. One must track down a specialist store for this. C) No alcohol allowed visibly on the street. They issue brown paper bags with every purchase, and if you are found holding a bottle in the open air, you are immediately exploded.
Biggest travesty: The harsh treatment of worms in the fishing world. One worm should go nine ways apparently, and each individual chopped up bit can still wiggle independently. I felt like I should massacre the worm myself, if I was going to be the one using its magical baiting properties, but was reduced to a pile of weeping mush every time I imagined the reflection of the knife in their non-existent eyes. After about eleven attempts of trying to choose the oldest worm who had lived the longest life and was ready to go, I eventually gave up and used a sweetcorn kernel instead. I caught no fish.
P.s. Yes, I am aware this is more of an international travesty and not necessarily USA-specific, but maybe I am just a crazy kid who laughs in the face of rules.

CHEESECAKE. BROWNIES. SALTWATER TAFFY. Those were the three regional specialties from our chosen destinations of New York, Boston and Cape Cod. Cheesecake, obviously, is brilliant, brownies are foolproof, and taffy is ming. Honestly so disgusting. If you can imagine chewing a squishy pebble then you are pretty much bang on. Cheesecake is so faffy and I've never made one in my life, so I bring you the recipe for the only other tasty thing of the three options; les browniés.

185g soft unsalted butter
185g dark choc
3 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
250g caster sugar
110g plain flour
pinch of salt
150g things of your choice

!)Preheat oven to 180 degs
@)Melt the butter and the choc in a pan on a hob. Take off and leave to cool for a bit
£)In a bowl, beat the eggs with the sugar and the vanilla
$)Beat the chocolate/butter mix into the egg/sugar/vanilla mix
%)Stir in the flour, the wee little pinch of salty crystals, and the textural excitement (granola, walnuts, white choc chunks, glacé cherries, marshmallows, bits of digestive biscuit, shredded coconut, small bits of office stationary etc)
^)Scrape into a tray (lined, of course)
&)Bake in the oven for about 25 mins, checking regularly. A bit of uncooked Augustus Gloop in the middle is good, but make sure there's not too much raw egg wobbling around by dipping in a skewer and seeing how drenched it is.

Because I am a huge fan of brownies, I'm going to do them complete justice with equally fab music and books. Today's Artist of the Moment is Floating Points aka Sam Shepherd - listening to the stuff is like swimming through a zero-gravity sky of cotton wool and raisins. Although v hard to choose, I would say Love Me Like This (Nonsense Dub), Truly, and Vacuum Boogie are the top three blip sequences, and they come in quite big and lengthy with an average duration of 7 minutes 23 seconds, giving you plenty of time to eat the brownies.

Resting and digesting can be boring, but this need not be the case, as I bring you a top reading experience to pass the time and allow you to become less obese. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller is actually SO GOOD, I started it and wasn't hugely in love immediately - lots of planes and Colonels with similar names - but so worth persevering for. It's hilarious and poignant, comical and touching, amusing and heartfelt, witty and emotional, entertaining and thought provoking, funny and insightful, CHECK OUT HOW MANY TIMES I JUST SAID THE SAME THING. It is a fair size, not an epic, but not a thin book either, I reckon one could definitely get away with calling it biggish. But more importantly, it is de lollest ting.

BIG UP BIG