So I wanted to get back to our trip to the midwest for a few minutes. First off, being able to order Papa John’s was a treat. It’s simple no-fuss pizza, cheap and fast. It tastes decent. None of this floppy crap they sell out here on the east coast. In other food news, we also came across the honeycrisp variety of apple, which is as crunchy as a good granny smith, but has a nice sweetness. I wouldn’t say I prefer it, but it’s a nice alternative when all of the grannies are cold storage New Zealand specimens from last season.
Now all we have to do is find a way to get some good meat out here; I need something more than exceptional seafood, and good beef/lamb is hard to find on the coast.
My time in the midwest reminded me that the east coast is nasty, and full of nasty people. I even found myself thinking things like “these people can’t drive” and “these people are all idiots” and “gosh, they sure do things a lot slower around here.” I realized in retrospect that these opinions were not valid, but were instead signs that the poison of the east coast has now entered my bloodstream, and it is only a matter of time. Have to watch out for that sort of thing, it sneaks up on you. That said, I found that after being back home for a few days, I don’t miss the area. I still think most people have the wrong impression about the midwest, but I’m starting to forget what I liked about it, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
While I was pondering the midwest, The Black Table came in to rescue me from any doubts I had, with a lovely pictoral guide comparing the midwest and the middle east.
On the other hand, out of the blue I discovered two of my old friends enjoy single malts. Who would have thought? It’s hard to find people my age that appreciate liquor beyond its inebriating qualities. Now if I can just convince them to come live in CT or NY…