The MOMSTER has been cleaned and is awaiting a load of suitcases, garment bags, snacks, wine boxes, gifts, and stuff. We’re leaving tomorrow to go back to Missouri to attend the graduation of FOJTY and his wife. FOJ will be getting his B.S. in criminal justice, and his wife will be getting her last degree to enable her to pursue her ambition to become a Nurse Practitioner. They will be matriculating from Southeast Missouri State University. Needless to say we are proud parents of both TY and TE..
So, there will be the usual road reports, with hopefully
some food experiences. We were sad to
learn that the local Farm in Jackson (FOJTY home) that served that wonderful “local”
breakfast is no longer doing so. Too
bad. It was a great experience. Maybe we
can go to the freaking cracker barrel.. I
think not.
Quick local foodie note:
I had lunch today at our local Coffee Quarter. One of their specials was a tuna melt. Another sucker dish for the feeder. “I’ll have the tuna melt..” okay, what bread? White, whole wheat, rye, or
sourdough. Excuse me, tuna melts are
white bread (with an occasional nod to whole wheat). What the hell? Okay, how about cheese? American? Swiss? Provolone?
And maybe one other. Excuse me, tuna
melts are white bread, and yellow cheddar!
Oh well. Anyway, after a bit the
sandwich was on the bar with a name screamed. The tuna salad
was ice cold, and the little square of yellow cheese was just as it came from
the package, limp and solid.
My friend
urged me to send it back. We did. Okay, we’ll make you a new one. Fine.
Second edition had much more char on the bread, and the cheese was “melted” as much as a Kraft square can be,
but again the tuna stuff was cold. Maybe
they tried to put too much in there. I
gave up and ate it. Tuna Melts are one
of those classics that shouldn’t be messed with or tried to be upscaled. I would recommend the version served at St.
James Pub. Honest and right.
Okay road trip!!
And I have packed to be
DFD
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