Well, it happened again. As we’ve said before, what’s the matter with people? Have the words “fair” , “considerate”, or “polite” left the English language and behavior? Civility seems to have been replaced by “me first”, or “get outta my way”. I decided to stop for a quick Latte at the Brewing Grounds Thursday on my way to work, but it was getting a bit late. The need for caffeine overcame the clock so I pulled into a parking place and went in the shop. It appeared that there was a gathering of some sort as there were several ladies sort of milling around in the back. I was maybe third in line, and right on the ragged edge time wise, but decided in for a nickel, etc.. As I was about second from the counter a woman from the back came up to the lady in front of me and said “(name), are you in line?” When an affirmative answer was received she said, would you mind getting me a no-fat, triple (you know the drill), oh, and (another name) wants a (whatever). No look in my direction, no checking to see if anybody was behind, “sure!" said (first name. I was ultimately proud of myself (or should it be ashamed?), as I merely turned on my heel and left them to each other. What’s the matter with people?
On a brighter note, we watched a nice food show on PBS/WETA last week, it was called “Sandwiches That You Will Like”. It featured sandwiches that are regional in nature, the kind of thing I really like. Of course, they eventually wound their way to Philly and did the competition between Pat’s and Geno’s for cheesesteaks, and did a piece on the Mufellatta in the Big Easy, but they also went to Taylor, IA for a “maid-rite” burger. Then Kellys in Boston for an original roast beef, or maybe to Buffalo for…wings? Nope, a “Beef on Weck” (a kimmelweck roll). Or you folks in St. Louis know about a St. Paul Sandwich? – egg foo young patty (made with bean sprouts and minced white onions) served with dill pickle slices, white onion, mayonnaise, lettuce, and tomato between two slices of white bread. I do not believe despite 35 years in that town, I have heard of or experienced one. Louisville contributes a “hot brown” from the Brown hotel ~1926; an open faced turkey affair with pimiento (of course) and a mornay sauce. I could go on. It’s always refreshing to see the variety of food that abounds in our country. You can go into an Applebee’s anywhere and you wouldn’t know if you were in California, Texas, or Connecticut, but if you look a bit there’s unique real food that reflects local culture. That’s what it’s all about.
Note to Servers: more words to add to your “do not use” list, which should already contain antiques like “Hon”, “you guys” and “working”. Please add “AbsoLUTEly”, “not a problem!!!”, and terms like “EXcellent, or “PERfect” in response to a request or order. Thank you.
(not very accomplised picture of) Harvest Moon:
a sort of technical definition from someplace:
The full moon nearest the autumnal equinox (about September 23). Near the time of the autumnal equinox, the angle of the moon's orbit relative to the Earth's horizon is at its minimum, causing the full moon to rise above the horizon much faster than usual. Since the difference of the moon's rising time on successive nights barely varies, the moon appears to rise at nearly the same hour for several nights in succession. Because the harvest moon, like any full moon, must rise near the hour of sunset, harvest workers in the Northern Hemisphere may be aided by bright moonlight after sunset on several successive evenings. A similar effect is observed in corresponding southern latitudes around March 21.
Well, today is the last day of the unofficial summer. Investigations as to where that time goes are still underway. But, for your last summer meal, be sure to
DFD
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