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I've been on a kind of hiatus from blogging. It's just as well since I've been gathering "research" for further food blogging. I don't think I have ever been so happy to be home in my entire life. After deboarding the plane from Minneapolis to Midway, I started galloping around the airport like a toddler, and then promptly forced husband to eat anything and everything unhealthy and tasty we could possibly consume. So what did we eat? My old standbys, or foods that I can't possibly find on the boring west coast. Harold's Chicken Shack? Check. Capri Restaurant where even the mob give their blessing? Absolutely. Bucho's Mexican, where the Lalo's name still rules? Consumed. Portillo's, home of the world famous dipped Italian beef? Hell yes. And the list goes on.....
On the plane to Chicago, I prayed for a good thunderstorm, and I have to admit I was a bit blown away by the tornado/microburst that we were caught in during the Cubs game. I'll post about the craziness later. Suffice to say my thunderstorm craving has been met.
Now that I'm back in Pullman, I am suddenly consumed by an overwhelming sadness. I have never been so homesick in my life. Above are a few pictures that remind me....I don't have to live here in the middle of nowhere forever. I always have a home.
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Whenever I'm back in town, I make whoever is driving me back from O'Hare stop at Portillo's on the way for their cheese fries. I know they'll ship food anywhere, but I just wish they could bottle the smell of a beef and cheddar croissant. I haven't been able to eat one since going veg in '89, but I love the way they smell. Brings back all kinds of lovely nostalgia.
That's so funny--Portillo's was our first stop right off the plane. We didn't drive to our abode before heading in, and I agree: it's the smell that keeps me coming back. My mom actually sent us their beef here in Washington, but it kind of freaked me out to see how much fat is in their food....
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