The weekend after Valentine’s Day 2019, one of my favorite museums had a fun and strange event. The American Visionary Art Museum has a rotating collection that displays “outsider art.” Basically it’s from artists who are self-taught and can include anything from prisoner sock art to William Burroughs’ shotgun paintings. I’m always hopeful I’ll see John Waters at one of my visits but continue to strike out. I digress, I decided attending the AVM event should turn into a weekend in Baltimore!
Who knew that a quick weekend trip after New Years to see my Ohio family would have such a dairy theme? The day I left I looked at my maps and various websites and a theme ran through the silly sights I found: cows. I was going to see some fake cows and name a band I will never start: The Veiny Udders. Also ice cream. Plenty of ice cream.
On my recent excursion to the Pez Visitor’s Center I passed a billboard advertising pancakes voted to be the best in Connecticut. I wasn’t hungry but was curious about who gets to vote on the pancakes and how good Connecticut’s best really were. In conversation with Dr. Jen, we came up with a great idea for a sort of reoccurring blog column. I eat at diners all the time on my travels (as everyone on a road trip should), so why shouldn’t I intentionally seek them out with all of my other tacky and weird sights? And if I do seek them out, why shouldn’t I review their pancakes? So that’s what I’ve been doing, and along with gaining weight I’ve been having fun.
The weekend before Halloween I went on a bucket list adventure that turned into a lame but funny disaster. I’ve long thought Salem, Massachusetts would be a fantastic place to celebrate one of my favorite holidays. It might be but I’ll have to go back to find out. I did see some wannabe The Craft era Fairuza Balks, but everyone was too soaked and covered to really show off any costumes. This trip is gonna be written as a two parter to keep the posts of a manageable size. My senior year English teacher told us that our writings should be the length of a pretty girl’s skirt. Long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep your interest. That shit would never fly in school today. Feel free to not read and just look at the fun pictures.
I squeaked a trip in just under the wire. My one summer road trip was on Labor Day, basically what I consider the end of the season. I’ve been working non-stop and have had little time to do anything, so I’m extremely happy for my respite driving into and through Amish country. It’s been forever since I traveled, blogged, or basically did anything in life. I’m totally going to change that…maybe…we’ll see…who knows?
I’ve not had the time to travel lately. I’m hoping to make a few small trips at the end of the month but work and home life have kept me occupied. Since I wasn’t able to travel to an exotic location, I decided to try and bring an exotic location to me! Honest, I’m not trying to turn this into a food blog, I just feel like I need to let people know I’m still alive. For the 3 or 4 of you that read this, I promise I’ll be annoying you with more inane stories soon. For now, enjoy my Indian Dinner Party that took place November 25th, the Saturday after Thanksgiving! Continue reading “Good-quality travel and good-quality food are the two luxuries that I never have any guilt indulging in. – CH”
Again I fail at photography. Not because my pictures were poor and blurry this time, I was just so busy and tired I forgot to take them altogether. I’m the worst. Anyway Saturday 9/30 I put the $70+ worth of mustard I purchased at the National Mustard Museum to good use. I had a dinner party where every dish (except dessert) had some type of mustard in it. Overall I’d say when it comes to cooking, I cut the mustard. Terrible.