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To visit family, my wife and I drove from the San Francisco Bay Area in Northern California to Del Mar in Southern California, a drive that would take about 7 hours. Our plan was to avoid the dreaded LA traffic, a grid-lock anyone ever experienced could tell you is nothing more than humanity’s terrible constipation.
Other than for coffee, we would not stop for food. So we decided to IF on the drive. No nuts, no fruits, no nothing in a zip-lock bag. Just a couple bottles of water and a quick stop for some Americano.
The no-food-focus drive made the trip simple. We talked, listened to music, took turn driving while the other read, and then we talked some more. Without stopping to eat food, the travel was streamlined and the experience more immediate. It was like traveling without baggage.
While in Southern California with family, we took our 4-year-old niece to Disney Land. Here I was reminded of my childhood in which theme parks were as much about food as they were rides — in fact, if we were not standing in line for rides, we were standing in line for food.
As a kid, I spent summers with friends at theme parks. And I specifically remember that food and eating filled our thoughts constantly: funnel cake, corn dog, churros, chili-cheese fries, pizza, turkey leg, and — who can forget — cotton candy.
Those days are long gone.
While walking my little niece through Disney Land, the onslaught of food aroma brought back memories of funnel cake and corn dogs, but not once did I consider pulling out half-crumbled bills just for deep-fried food made with cheap processed ingredients.
I did promise my wife, though, that we’d search for delicious candy apples. And we did. We shared a caramel candied apple, holding my wife’s hand as her hand held the apple up for me to take bites. I may no longer eat theme-park food mindlessly, but I still enjoy the finer things in life.
This morning we went with the family to a popular breakfast place called Potato Shack Cafe in Encinitas. We’re talking man-hole-cover-sized pancakes. I mean, hash browns made from giant potatoes. They don’t just put cheese in your omelet, they put a side of beef in it.
While others ordered pancakes and french toast and breakfast burritos, Lori and I decided to share a vegetable omelet with (a lot) of steamed broccoli on the side. To our omelet we added every kind of vegetables they offered, and asked for it all to be cooked in real butter.
That was one hell of a delicious omelet that even my brother in-law, who has a natural aversion to anything resembling health, enjoyed a bite.
Although Lori and I almost never eat pancakes, we actually did order their man-hole-cover-sized pancake. With blueberries in it. Just to say we tried it. And we did, a few bites each.
We still enjoy the finer things in life… in this case, the gigantic things in life.