Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Detox

As we approached Philadelphia yesterday, I asked my brother "So, is there any place near your house to get a cheesesteak?"

He burst out laughing and said "I knew you were gonna ask that."

I have a reputation...well, several, actually. One of them is for a great love of sandwiches (the perfect food), and another is the need to seek out and try regional culinary specialties when I travel. When Boy lived in Chicago, we had several trips to find particular pizzas, Italian beef sandwiches, and hot dogs with neon green relish. So obviously, Philadelphia=cheesesteak.

Unfortunately, since we ran into heavy I-95 traffic (and got that late start), the cheesesteak didn't mesh with my desired quick turnaround time in the city, and we ended up eating a very late lunch on the way back at a Boston Market in Newark, DE. Next time I will be in charge of planning, and we will have steaks. And perhaps a "water ice."

It is probably just as well I didn't get a steak. After six months or so of near-vegetarianism, the food this weekend...well, let's just say I feel like I oughta detox. Tonight I will check out the cookbook (Mollie Katzen, yay!) I got for Christmas and make a grocery list. For tonight, I guess I'll decide between pizza and Chinese (or appetizers and desserts). Despite all the shopping and cooking I did for the last week and a half, my house is sadly empty of dinnerable food. Detox starts tomorrow.