I have great news!
This update will be short.
The news was short-lived. Whereas the update was not.
I don't think it was stupid early
and it wasn't fashionably late.
Which is how vacation should be done. Unless you need to get to a RD for some reason.
I just don't trust
hotel biscuits and gravy.
The gravy always looks
like baby vomit.
A sick baby's vomit.
Never, ever ever trust a hotel B&G.
The town of Erie, PA just sounded.... eerie.
I had visions of pumpkins lining streets
flanked by rows of gnarled trees
draped with Spanish moss.
And a full moon. And night.
You paint quite a picture!
I've probably watched Groundhog Day
over a dozen times.
I think the only movies that fall into that category for me are It's a Wonderful Life and Casablanca.
I stopped there (for a poker
chip of course) and was immediately
disappointed to discover that
it appears to be a lovely little town
that glaringly fails to have demons,
ghouls and ghosts roaming the streets.
Did the poker chip look like this:
If you haven't seen it, the movie
takes place in Punxsutawney, PA,
home of the famous rodent weather
prognosticator, Punxsutawney Phil.
A weather man (Bill Murray)
spends ten years there on
Groundhog Day... the same day...
For ten years. He lives it
over and over and over again...
(Although apparently, the numbers
were run and he actually spent
8 years, 8 months, 16 days there.
Considerably less than the 10,000
years he was supposed to be there.)
Why do I have the feeling I've read this before?
After picking up my Erie
poker chip, I drove a block
or two and stopped at a store.
If they'd spelled it with 2 E's maybe the poker chip would've been cooler.
I don't think the bag made it
out of the State.
Well, the contents didn't.
Well... they probably did in some form or another.
I suddenly found myself
driving through it.
And while I very much enjoyed
driving through Amish country,
I couldn't really stop.
I loved my drive through rural Kentucky Amish Country and got his one.
Currently run by the third generation
of the family.
I kinda fell in love with this place.
I can understand why!
After a couple of quick stops,
I arrived at the border
and prepared myself
for the inevitable customs gauntlet.
nah, you had a couple of quick "stops". And hulless corn puff thingys.
"You look angry... or sad... no...
you look constipated.
Maybe your stops should've been longer.
I was treated to a delicious meal,
including some yummy cauliflower...
I love cauliflower. My favorite recipe is:
Steam until tender a head of cauli.
Coursely mash with the bottom of a glass in a big frying pan.
Saute in a lot of butter, and season with sea salt, plenty of cracked pepper, and a generous teaspoon of Hungarian paprika.
Garnish with fresh parsley, chopped.