breakfast with the french bread. yes, the same bread you hand carried from france went on a road trip and was enjoyed by many. many who have never been to france but now have the opportunity to taste real french bread.
it’s good. but you prefer the taiwanese version. which you haven’t had in over 1.5 years… perhaps soon you’ll have a taste.
you forget what you do during the day. but at night, you switch to a new host: one of your best friends that you’ve known since seventh grade. and what else do you eat, except, of course, mexican food! you know it’s good when a) there is a very shady back entrance and b) your friend is mexican and she approves.
actually b) is really the ultimate test. if the mexicans approve, then you needn’t worry.
the next day you show some love by making some mini palmiers. you cheat, because you buy the dough. your justification is that you bought the good brand with nothing but flour and butter in it. it ends up delicious, so it’s all game.
you go here because it’s called this is it. it’s soul food. lots of mashed potatoes, creamed corn, gravy, chicken, macaroni & cheese, fried okra, cornbread… southern comfort food. also you want to come here because it’s apparently one of beyonce’s favorite places to eat so your curiosity was piqued.
some random photos.
you hop in your car.
a hug goodbye. no kisses here in america.
and go west.
(you also note one thing interesting about the texas sky that you didn’t notice before: as the sun sets, the clouds tend to disappear, which in turn create not-very-dramatic sunsets. which is probably why you loved sunsets in normandy, because those clouds always stayed put for intense sunsets. but in texas, the clouds seem to thin out as the sun vanishes… why?)