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I woke up this morning craving salt, particularly in the form of fritos (because I just read a book with a character who knocks off a fritos truck and eats the evidence) and fried chicken. I got some fried chicken at lunch. Sweet Daddio and I ate at The Cedars, a cosmetically and atmospherically challenged little Mom and Pop place near SD’s work. What this place lacks in ambiance is quadrupley (is that a word?) made up for in quality of food. Man. The little old lady in the kitchen can COOK. The fried chicken was just salty enough, not over cooked, and singularly lacking in grease. Fabulous. There is always some sort of bean or pea on the buffet- lima beans, butter beans, crowder peas, something. Today featured baby blackeyed peas- tiny little peas the size of bb’s cooked witha chunk of salt ham. Lord. All that PLUS a buxom redhead waitress who, I am positive, is the primary reason for the heavily male clientele. We’ve eaten there twice now and SD has taken to stopping every morning and getting a ham biscuit. He told me this morning that they actually have it ready in a bag for him when he gets there at 7. Suddenly the guilt of Sonic Watermelon Slushes (1/2 syrup) vanishes.
On these days when it is so blazingly hot, I mean, unreasonalby hot, ridiculous even, there is something fabulously fabulous about a Sonic Slush. Lemon is my favorite, with watermelon being a very close second. Icy perfection, fat free and, if you get it with 1/2 syrup like me, relatively lower in sugar than, say, an entire carton of cake frosting. I can stretch a slush out for an hour, indulging in the lowering of my internal thermometer by several degrees. Mustn’t hurry, tho…indulging in a slush too rapidly results in the caving in of the head and blurred vision. SD tells a story of a radio DJ who, during the summers in Chicago, would announce a Dairy Queen location and a Mr Misty slurping contest. Free Mr. Misty’s to contestants, then a public on-air play-by-play of peoples heads collapsing and the grabbing of eyeballs. I believe it. The first time I had a slush it was 103 outside and I sucked it down, only to stop and remove my eyeballs so I could warm them in my armpits. That was hard, considering I was driving at the time.
Back to salty foods. Fritos and quite possibly the worlds perfect junk food. Greasy, salty, and with enough oomph to scoop up chunky dip. And they taste so darn GOOD! I like potato chips, too, but fritos make you feel like you’re actually eating something. I mean, they’re corn, right? That’s a vegetable…
In other news, #1 got his car! Woohoo! It’s a scabrous yet mechanically sound 1984 Blazer. He named it something from Beowulf…it starts with a G and sounds like a Prussian belch. He’ll get to drive Gruntinegeterix (or whatever) next week, when he gets paid and can get insurance on it. I am phenomenally happy about this, because it means SD won’t have to go get him from work at midnight or 2 am or whatever ungodly hour he’s out. He’s happy because it’s a measure of independance he hasn’t enjoyed before. It’s HIS car, to do with as he pleases.
Off to fix supper (why, the yankee says, was it broken?). Grilled beef marinated in soy sauce (mmm, salt)rice vinegar and sesame oil, served with peanut sauce, grilled peppers and onions, and pole beans- they were on special, locally grown and only 99 cents a pound! MMM! Vegetables! Meat! Salty! I think I’ll have a glass of wine whilst prepping. It’s a cold white wine kinda evening.
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