i love ephemera. i don’t mean to be obsessed about it, but i collect and gather things that other people would toss in the bin; menus (like, multiple menus. i have a thousand from favorite spots, and ones from places i’ll never go again); seminar flyers; comicon notices. whenever i go somewhere and there is literature lying around, i snap it up. i collect and save books and magazines, old and used.
i take these old bits of book and do something like this with them:
last night before going to see the fabulous final episode of Harry Potter, i got to go to McAlister’s Deli for dinner. having never been there, i wasn’t certain what to expect.
i certainly wasn’t prepared for the taste explosion that awaited me, in the form of taco salad (waaaahhhh! so delish!!) and some kind of sweet sandwich they had. ridiculously delicious.
now, for those interested viewers who don’t know, i am a taurus. growing up, i had no idea i was a foodie. we were poor, ate a lot of stuff like frozen pizza, pork-n-beans, and hamburger helper, and went out to MacDonald’s i didn’t grow up with a sophisticated palette.
then there were my 20’s, when i was obssessed with how i looked, paranoid about being overweight (i wanted to be an actress, overweight doesn’t fly real well in hollywood), and fond of punishing myself with rules like no ice cream ever, moderate consumption of pizza, and no alcohol. WTF??? so my taste buds were resigned to live a life enjoying salads with dry toasted sesame sticks and frozen yogurt with granola toppings. very good, actually, but somewhat limiting in both scope and nutritional requirements.
finally i discovered my true calling: food enthusiast.
now, i’m not a porker, but i do represent well. i am the typical aging Taurus woman, with a juicy center like some kind of well filled doughnut. not ridiculously huge, just extra to hold onto in the cold Michigan nights. so finding McAlister’s was a happy treat, and is rightfully going into my restaurant journal as “superior taste experience”!