If everything goes to plan, we'll be out of here next Wednesday. Mind you,
we don't have a good track record of everything going to plan so far this year.
We had horrible, heart-wrenching good-byes with our families, only to find
out we couldn't leave yet, and I can't go through that again, is what I'm saying.
Just to let you know I'm still alive, in the most exhausted, vaguely ill-feeling,
pissed-off sense of the word, I shall undo a meme. If you have been tagged for
this by someone else, reading mine all the way through renders you immune.
Food memes are unhealthy for someone like me. I should not be dwelling on yummy
tasty foods, because they just get lodged into my subconscious, never to escape
till I have eaten them. Also, I'm not crazy about the word "yummy,"
but some foods just can't avoid it.
That said, food memes are the easiest ones for me to complete. Food continues
to make me happy when nothing else in my world does. This is exceedingly unhealthy,
and I am going to have to put my foot down and say that, right about now, I
don't care.
I have embraced my inner food demons, because they don't make me step away
from the waffles.
Meme-wise, all I can say is, "Pass the syrup, Satan."
I have seen this about a million places. If I stole it from you, sorry.
The Food of Love List
I love:
The seasoned steak fries from Texas Roadhouse.
Grilled corned beef reubens, with Gruyére instead of Swiss cheese.
New Haven-style pizza. Also New York-style pizza and Chicago-style pizza.
I don't have a lot of hometown loyalty; basically, if the ingredients are
fresh and care is taken in the prep, I know I'm getting a delicious pizza.
I tend to prefer thin crust to thick, but only because it doesn't require
utensils.
Cupcakes with buttercréme frosting.
Pretzels. First choice is soft, hot pretzels (salted) from a vendor; second
choice is thick Bavarian crunchy pretzels, third choice is any other pretzel
that exists. And while I do like mustard on pretzels, I also like them dunked
in peanut butter. (Not at the same time.)
Peanut butter. I prefer crunchy, but won't make a fuss if all you have is
creamy.
Sliced cucumbers. I don't need anything on them for them to make me happy.
Crinkly French fries. Also Belgian-style frites; McDonald's fries
(if they're fresh and hot; otherwise, I lose interest); and curly fries.
Grilled asparagus with fresh cracked pepper, kosher salt, and dill seed.
Minute-Maid cherry-limeade.
Chinese dinner from Royal Palace. Hot and sour soup, followed by those crispy shrimp with the honey walnuts and spicy Sichuan sauce.
Toasted bagels with Temptee cream cheese, purple onion, sliced tomato, capers, and lox. (Said to cure the worst hangovers, but I can't speak to that, since I've only ever had one hangover and the only thing that cured it was the gradual rotation of the Earth on its axis.)
Constant Comment tea, with some cardamom thrown in to make it taste like
orange chai.
Cinnamon buns, with raisins, and goo on top.
Girl Scout Samoas®.
Grilled porterhouse (medium-rare).
Foxon Park cream soda.
Chimay Grande Réserve (blue label).
Irish coffee made with Bushmill's 1608 whiskey.
Fried chicken.
Mashed potatoes.
Outdoor coleslaw (cider vinegar dressing, as opposed to mayonnaise).
Ommegang horseradish and ale cheddar cheese. (Makes great mac and cheese,
if you care.)
The handmade fresh salsa with jicama and cilantro at the Surly Girl.
Olives. Green, stuffed with garlic, are my preference, but I'll take whatever
you have — even those wretched canned black olives will suit me pretty
well.
Hummus, with celery or chips to dunk in it.
Just about any kind of Indian food (from India, that is; not First Nations
in this continent, though I like their indigenous foods too).
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