I ate Bugles as a snack one day and thought how lovely they were to look at; better in fact, than what they tasted like. As a kid I was drawn to Bugles because they were so unusual; unlike any other snacky-chippy food out there. Usually I had them as a treat from a vending machine at a now-defunct pottery located at the end of my grandparent's street. I'd munch Bugles as I visited various women who painted flowers on dishes and pitchers...Carolina Pottery, I think it was. There was also a bird. A big black menacing bird that lived in a cage. I snuck it Bugles from time to time. I could never tell whether it was happy to have them or merely humoring me. Bugles also remind me of bird mouths.
And, I almost captured bird mouths in this photo. Though it is not food per se, not food that I eat, birds and eggs are food for other animals. Bugles remind me of baby birds' open mouths and also of bird beaks.
There's a newish restaurant called Barberito's in town. Mostly they're in Georgia with stores opening in NC and SC soon. I've been two or three times. They have an excellent Guacamole salad that I usually get. I have them add a dollop of sour cream, too. It's extra. The shell is crunchy, but a hint of grease remains. I might get it in a regular bowl next time I go.
My new favorite salad is from Johnny Carinos. It's a grilled salmon salad. The best part though are the capers. And, it helps to have the freshly grated Parmesan cheese topping it, too. Although I don't always like grilled red peppers, I can tolerate the ones on this salad. Another great thing about it is that I save half to eat the next day. It's almost as good.
Early this month, I traveled to Missouri and then through Iowa to Nebraska. While in Columbia, Mo. I ate at Smokin' Chicks BBQ. It was so good. I got the Mixed Grill Three Meats, which gave me a choice of brisket, pulled pork, chicken, ham, turkey, caldrello sausage, or caldrello frank. I got the brisket--because I'd never had it--, the pulled pork--because they didn't have sliced--, and the turkey since I'd never had REAL smoked turkey before. Everything was darn good for meat. It was juicy and tender and smokes just right. They had four or five BBQ sauces to choose from but Ian and I liked the sweet and the classic flavors best. Sweet was almost a bit too sweet, but classic was great tomato-based like we have at home. One of the other sauces was a hot one, and it was not very impressive. Other than it's bite, it had little flavor. Maybe another was a mustard-based sauce; it's a shame I've forgotten. The sides were divine, too. I had wonderful horseradish coleslaw and their potato salad was one of the better ones. It wasn't gunked up with too much mayo and it's other seasonings were just right. Other than this BBQ and some hot and heavy German cuisine we ate outside Omaha, most of our vittles were unremarkable.
Last Saturday I was in Staunton, Virginia. They have a delightful Farmer's Market downtown every Saturday morning. I didn't take my digital camera and the batteries in my real camera died, so no photos of the FM in it's glory. One thing I bought that came home with me is a jar of Jalapeno Jelly from Farmer Brown. I also got peanut butter and oatmeal cookies from him as well. Is it possible to fall in love at first sight? He was old enough to be my grandfather, but I got the best feeling from him. Plus, he gave me a fifty-cent piece for change. He offered several varieties of jelly and the Rhubarb was tempting, but the Jalapeno was a good choice. On the drive home, Kelly and I dipped our pretzel rods into the jelly and it made for a lively sweet-sour-hot dip. There were also delicious ham biscuits for sale there, too. I didn't get breakfast before we left for the FM, so the whole time, my tummy grumbled and rumbled. The ham biscuit I ate was divine; probably the absolute best ham biscuit of my life. I'm so eager to return to the Staunton FM. There were Amish, or perhaps Mennonite women there selling their breads, fresh honey, herbs, yellow cherries, lots of roughage.
They jelly spreads like a dream; like only jelly can do. I slathered some on a piece of bread, and that was tonight's dessert.
The aforementioned Kelly, with whom I dipped pretzels, lives in Doha, Qatar and in the States visiting. She brought home a bag of lemon pistachios for me. The nuts are smaller than what we have here, and have a lemon flavor. She wasn't sure how that came about. Or, maybe she told me and I've forgotten. I'm a bad present-receiver. And then there's a close-up of the Arabic writing across the bag's front. No doubt, these will disappear in a few days.
None of the above were poor food selections. After choosing that title I almost forgot why I did so. Living where I do is depressing, food-wise. There are few restaurants of any account and dining choices are limited to chains. Finding food to rave about is difficult in these parts. And so, I've been uninspired for at least a month or two. The whole "watching-what-I-eat" thing gets in the way of consuming anything good, as well.