...back from the Holidays where an extra 3106 miles were logged on my awesome little car.
The food I ate ranged from homey to sugary to delightful to all of the above. How can you beat a sit down "dinner" at noon on a Sunday with a table full of what I know to be Sloppy Joes, and everyone else knows to be "BBQ", followed by baked mac & cheese and Jell-O salad?
For further proof of the delight of midwestern food the meal is finished with a frozen peppermint ice cream cake, gooey and sugar-headache inducing.
But it continues, because the next day you can then have supper with roasted duck, squash, green beans and follow it up with my first ever homemade pecan pie (taste was great but filling a bit hard to slice...). Then as the evening progresses and the wine keeps flowing, you just have a cookie or two and call it a night.
The next day is more of the same - new food yet still comforting and rich, familiar faces, wine, and cookies. When surrounded by family and loved ones that's really all that matters.
That was Illinois and then Wisconsin.
Then the trek went on to Colorado, and we fulfilled our various ethnic cravings: Ethiopian, Mexican taqueria, and "chi chi" (more of a craving than an ethnic category). Denver is a great food city, its really too bad about all the damn snow and how the mountains are soooo far away. But an excellently prepared shot of espresso hits the spot, and Jason Sheehan always tells me where to go eat (if I get lucky I might even get taken out to dinner, but that's a story unto itself).
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