1.) Despite my bitching, moving to Arkansas is one of the best things that I could have done for my career.
2.) It also happens to be one of the worst things that I could have done for my social life.
3.) You can live in a dry county and still get drunk very easily on good alcohol.
4.) Sometimes making your parents cry and call you a dumbass is a good thing. Sometimes.
5.) Arkansas is a culinary wasteland.
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This makes me sad, and prompts me to ask you if you'd like me to send you a care package of poutine and proper pickled garlic. But then I wonder if poutine and pickled garlic would actually fall into the 'culinary wasteland' category, and I realise I can't honestly answer that question without admitting that my four food groups consist of: potatoes, cheese, bacon, and liquor.
Which in turn makes me think there's something perhaps very wrong with my diet.
When you say 'dry county', you don't mean it doesn't rain often, do you?
Nothing is forever, and when point b) outweighs point a) in importance, come home.
I think you should come to San Jose for a visit. It's a culinary... whatever the opposite of wasteland is.
We can go up to Napa, and eat Dungeness crabs while sittin' on a dock in the bay in The City, and eat tamales, samosas and boudin blanc at our local farmer's market, and visit the Ferry Building for the SF version of the Pike Place Market, and all sorts of things.
Consider it; you'll be surprised at how cheap airfare is when you're not going to Canada.
Don't worry too much about the care package. I've never actually been a huge fan of poutine (maybe I've just never had "good" poutine, though).
"Culinary Wasteland" refers to the fact that, if I'm not cooking myself, my options for good dining consist pretty much of bbq and steak houses. Not that there is anything wrong with those, it's just that after a while it gets repetitive. I honestly don't know how I'd survive down here if I didn't know how to cook, and my cooking is still a poor substitute for Calgary's Chinatown.
Yes, 'dry' refers to the availability of liquor and not the weather (by-the-by, I just had my first tornado watch today! Hooray!)
I really do need to head out to California and visit you guys and my family out there. I just need to figure out when a good time would be. I'm already looking at booking a week off for Mal to come visit me, and I'll need to book some more time off when I get around to getting laser surgery on my eyes.
Can I still send the pickled garlic?
Ummmm... sure?
I've never been a huge fan of pickled anything, though.
Okay, so do you say "Ar-Can-Zass" or "Ar-Can-Saw"? Because I learned it was the latter, but I've recently heard folks say that's wrong.
Flippant answer: It depends on my mood.
Serious answer: Everyone down here pronounces it Ar-can-saw unless they're mocking it.
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