You can't watch the Discovery Channel without gettting really, really hungry.

...you have dreams about sandwiches and then go out to eat the next day in order to get said sandwich.

Your sleepy two year old finds a chocolate Easter bunny in his diaper bag and brings it to you with a sly grin and says "Look what I found?" at 9pm. You take the chocolate away, and explain:

"I am not taking the easter chocolate that grandma and grandpa gave you because you shouldn't be eating sweets right before bedtime. I am taking this because it is not good chocolate, and if you're going to have chocolate, it might as well be good."

Then, you have a tiny taste test between the Palmer brand chocolate, Dove chocolate, and E. Wedel.
(P.S. - seems like Dove has fallen off a bit.)

..your mother makes some kind of batshit crazy comment like "I can't find anything I would like on there" when you forward her the Hoosier Mama menu, and you think, am I in the Twilight Zone?

...you have a nice stack of clothes to bring in to the cleaners for stain removal and when you get up to the counter you point and say, "that was chocolate...tea...tacos...dressing...that's chocolate too"

...every time you watch basketball all you can think about are turnovers. Hot, fresh, blackberry turnovers.

Pie Lady wrote:...every time you watch basketball all you can think about are turnovers. Hot, fresh, blackberry turnovers.

An old friend posts the following Facebook status:

"Moving tip of the week: before preheating your covered Dutch oven to 475 degrees, check to assure it isn't full of plastic packages of dried chilies and spring roll wrappers."

Instead of empathy for the ruined cooking implement, you chuckle at the fact she's turned into a "no-knead" bread-cooking hipster. A subsequent post confirms that was indeed the item being prepared.

You're on a train switching terminals at Madrid's airport, look up and see fellow LTHer Turkob and his wife. As you both run for your connections you tell each other to post on the food.

You're headed to Northwestern Memorial for a chest X-Ray, and decide you need to stop for lunch at Coco Pazzo before heading in. I mean, you need your strength for the radiation, right?

You wonder how in the world your Toyota dealer has arranged an onboard GPS to take you to your favorite GNR. Then your spouse explains that "LTHR" is an abbreviation for "Leather."


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Josephine wrote:You wonder how in the world your Toyota dealer has arranged an onboard GPS to take you to your favorite GNR. Then your spouse explains that "LTHR" is an abbreviation for "Leather."


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That's hilarious! (especially since my reaction before reading the text was 'a car for LTHers?')

You're riding your bicycle to the suburbs for Thanksgiving, see that Smak-Tak is open, and stop for a quick bowl of borscht before Thanksgiving dinner.

-Dan

Your wife, who used to be one of those "I forgot to eat lunch" type of people, forgets her cell phone and is out in some mall shopping somewhere with her sister. You, are in Chinatown with the sister's husband, and you get a third hand message that you probably should not return home unless you have a container with a full order of Spring World's "House Shredded Chicken in Spicy Vinaigrette*..." but you were already planning to order one for her anyway.

*Which, in the message, was simply referred to as "that chicken," and I knew exactly what it was

...you're diagnosed with bronchitis and your first thought is, "whoo hoo! pho!"

You drive slowly, very slowly (risking a rear end or the wrath of the drivers behind you) down north Clark, Diversy, Elston, Lawrence and other streets packed with new Mom and pop ethnic hole in the wall places trolling for a new place to discover.

You know... When you realize that, since you're going to spend the whole day cooking for the party tonight, you might as well cold-smoke that pork belly in the freezer, and get it set curing...


Geo

...you're watching a special called Eating with Cannibals while eating a gingerbread man.

lth'r - perhaps..

road food warrior - for sure.

while pricing out new tires for my truck I noticed I racked up 80,000 miles on the RL this year when glancing at the mileage on the recepit from last year.

Those dozens of trips to Iowa & wisconsin really added up I guess.

And many of those miles were to OUR benefit, Jim!

Tnx!

Geo

...the words "tarte tatin" are part of a Jeopardy clue and...well, you know the rest.

riddlemay wrote:...the words "tarte tatin" are part of a Jeopardy clue and...well, you know the rest.

Aha! We DVR Jeopardy!, so now I'll be one step ahead. Soon everything will fall into place. {tented fingers}

Hi,

In my neighborhood lives JoBe Cerny who is the voice of the Pillsbury Doughboy. He loves advising his name was a Jeopardy question, which was successfully answered.

Regards,

My Dad and I had a loud discussion which really didn't make much sense to most flies on the wall.

Dad: I want to treat my friends [in San Francisco] to a Peking Duck dinner. I liked where you sent us last year, but can't you find something in Chinatown?

Me: Why not go where I sent you last year, it was the best place for Peking duck.

Dad: Sure, it was fine, but there has to be at least six places in Chinatown that will do.

Me: Sure, you can have mediocre or you can have the best. When you asked for Peking duck, I do what I do for myself and look for the best.

Dad: I want Peking duck in Chinatown, not half way across town.

***

Today I receive a phone call asking for the address and phone number where he went for Peking duck last year. His friends remembered it was pretty good and thought they would like to return.

While Dad might not get it, I am glad his friends did. Five Happiness, here they come!


Regards,

...when you read the above and want to plan a trip around this duck; adding this to the list of other, half-assed attempts to plan vacations around events like the whoopie pie festival, etc.

...when you feel guilty for not planning a meal for Chinese New Year and you're eating Jamaican soup like a sucker.

You gently scold the Welsh rock band you've just seen at the Metro for eating sub-par Mexican food during their short stay in Chicago and suggest other places for them to try on their return.

You arrive at a conference, in the World of Mickey. You scoff at the whole enterprise of Walt. Then remember you are in the Sunshine state & quickly drink the fresh squeezed orange juice from Indian River Grove.

Then contemplate leaving the conference to visit a citrus grove, but instead remain at the conference and order a box of honeybell tangerines from Schacht Groves, after asking a local conference attendee who has the best oranges .

Seriously, these honeybells are not inexpensive, but I've found nothing close in the stores.

You're sitting at the Shedd right now trying to convince your wife and yourself that no one will care if we take the 3 & 6 yo's to Nightwood. Didn't work on either of us.

This is one of those times I just want to pat myself on the back and say "you raised this kid right".

The Friar who has morphed into a Terrier just arrived in Italy for this semester. On her first weekend there, she and some other American students visited Venice.

This is her report of dinner in Venice:
"One of the girls lived in Venice last semester and took us to the restaurant where her boyfriend works. I’m pretty sure we found the Olive Garden of Italy. Not joking. She said it was cheap and really good, and it was neither. It was definitely a chain restaurant; it was filled with teenagers; they were playing Lil Wayne and Amy Winehouse the entire time we were there; and the menus were in English. Definitely a disappointment and a prime example of why I do not like to travel in large groups. Other than that Venice was great! "

I have a buddy at the gym who goes hunting. Apparently turkey season is upon us. After he was telling me about the difference in wild turkey as opposed to store-bought turkeys—all the meat is darker—I asked how much he would charge to bag one for me and clean/gut/etc it for me. He said it was illegal to sell hunted turkeys for reasons I can't remember. Then I tried to come up with a work-around, such as, how much gas money do you need? Can I buy you some bullets?

A client asked if I was available to meet for half an hour or so, so I pulled up Google Maps, noticed their proximity to Big & Little's, and told them 11am. I then updated my out-of-office calendar to indicate I'll be meeting with this client from 11am until 1pm.

You go out to Evanston to pick up your husband at work and take him to lunch at Mustard's Last Stand. You bought the Groupon for the place because it seems like one of those classic Chicago hot dog stands that you should go to at some point in your life.

It turns out to be completely underwhelming, and you realize there's still time in his lunch hour to run over to Edzo's to cleanse your palate of the mediocrity.