Fore Check
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Folks, I live in North Texas. More specifically: I live close enough to Dallas/Ft. Worth to claim them as proximity markers.
I didn't "grow up" here. I was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. Moved away after college and ended up here (for now) 6 years ago.
With that background information, I move us along to the subject matter of this post. "Comfort food."
Think about what you would call "comfort food." You know - good ol' home cookin that just makes yer belly grin. I'm sure that it is different for all of us, but, in general, I would also argue that there are patterns that can be drawn somewhat geographically due to local cuisine patterns and preferences.
For example: When I speak to my co-workers here in Bridgeport, Texas about their ideas of "comfort food," I get responses like: Chicken Fried Steak, Chicken Fried Deer Cutlets, All-Meat Chili with extra jalapenos, "red velvet" cake, Bar-be-que brisquet with beans, that kind of stuff.
YUCK!
Well, Ok. Occasionally, for lunch, those dishes are fine.
But "Comfort Food?!?!?!?!?!"
Those same co-workers call me a Yankee. To be more accurate, they call me a "damned Yankee" (the difference being that a "d*** yankee" won't go home....) and thus give me a hard time about my tastes every time I open my lunch pail.
These guys have never heard of toasted ravioli, canneloni, Imo's Pizza (drool............................)
But what made me think of all this was the dinner my wife brought home today.
So I got home today from work, paid the babysitter as she handed off the baby to me, and sat down. The baby immediately started to cry. And cry. And cry. And cry. No matter what I'd do - she cried.
My wife came home 2 hrs. later. And the baby was still crying.
But my wife redeemed herself. She brought home dinner! A pound of deli sliced corned beef, a can of saurkraut, swiss cheese, rye bread, and Russian dressing.
So I sit here, just floored by heavenly mounds of Reuben Sandwich yumminess. Is there a better sandwich? I don't know - and I certainly couldn't name one right now. You can't get a Reuben sandwich at a restaurant in Texas, I think. Yes, I believe it is a state law that such Yankee food shall be outlawed and replaced by jalepeno covered chicken fried red velvet cake.
ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those of you who haven't ventured far from the nest (so to speak) may not appreciate this as much. But I'd love to chuckle at some of you other world travelers experiences with the long-lost tastes of "home."
I didn't "grow up" here. I was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. Moved away after college and ended up here (for now) 6 years ago.
With that background information, I move us along to the subject matter of this post. "Comfort food."
Think about what you would call "comfort food." You know - good ol' home cookin that just makes yer belly grin. I'm sure that it is different for all of us, but, in general, I would also argue that there are patterns that can be drawn somewhat geographically due to local cuisine patterns and preferences.
For example: When I speak to my co-workers here in Bridgeport, Texas about their ideas of "comfort food," I get responses like: Chicken Fried Steak, Chicken Fried Deer Cutlets, All-Meat Chili with extra jalapenos, "red velvet" cake, Bar-be-que brisquet with beans, that kind of stuff.
YUCK!
Well, Ok. Occasionally, for lunch, those dishes are fine.
But "Comfort Food?!?!?!?!?!"
Those same co-workers call me a Yankee. To be more accurate, they call me a "damned Yankee" (the difference being that a "d*** yankee" won't go home....) and thus give me a hard time about my tastes every time I open my lunch pail.
These guys have never heard of toasted ravioli, canneloni, Imo's Pizza (drool............................)
But what made me think of all this was the dinner my wife brought home today.
So I got home today from work, paid the babysitter as she handed off the baby to me, and sat down. The baby immediately started to cry. And cry. And cry. And cry. No matter what I'd do - she cried.
My wife came home 2 hrs. later. And the baby was still crying.
But my wife redeemed herself. She brought home dinner! A pound of deli sliced corned beef, a can of saurkraut, swiss cheese, rye bread, and Russian dressing.
So I sit here, just floored by heavenly mounds of Reuben Sandwich yumminess. Is there a better sandwich? I don't know - and I certainly couldn't name one right now. You can't get a Reuben sandwich at a restaurant in Texas, I think. Yes, I believe it is a state law that such Yankee food shall be outlawed and replaced by jalepeno covered chicken fried red velvet cake.
ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those of you who haven't ventured far from the nest (so to speak) may not appreciate this as much. But I'd love to chuckle at some of you other world travelers experiences with the long-lost tastes of "home."
Those are all on my list but add Mexican food for me (green chicken enchiladas, pork tamales, and even them newfangled fajitas). And maybe some gulf shrimp. Then theres gyros and Phill cheesesteaks. Ack I gotta quit, I've started moving north with my list!
