I don’t get it.
Why is the food better here in the east than it is back in the Bogs?
I just don’t get it.
The produce looks fresher and nicer. The selection is infinately larger. Bagels taste like bagels should (chewy) rather than like a small, round loaf of bread with a hole in it. The hard rolls are yeasty and delicious. In fact, there’s something about things made from dough in general that’s so much better than what we can get in the Bogs.
And then there are all the foods that are really not good for you: cheesesteaks, hoagies, pork roll, scrapple, etc.
I’m sure it’s a matter of taste (not just literally). After all, I grew up not all that far from here. Perhaps that’s why it seems to taste better to me. It’s a taste of home.
That still doesn’t explain the selection. I can find things here that I’d never find in the Bogs. A daikon, for instance. Miso. A vast variety of marinara sauces. Cheeses from around the world.
When it comes to food, I’m going to have a lot of trouble settling back into the everyday stuff found in the Bogs.
I set up another blog. I wanted a place to put stuff like Sunday Scribblings, photos, poems, and art projects. Feel free to visit if you like. Or not. It’s really just a place for me to explore. Now that I’m not working, I certainly have plenty of time for explorations and inner adventures.
[Breadbaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world’s sweetest smells… there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel, that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread. ~M.F.K. Fisher, The Art of Eating