Sometimes I think that a bacon cheeseburger meatloaf is like a metaphor for life. It’s all your favorite things mashed together, and you’re never quite sure if it’s going to be amazing or just too much. But isn’t that the thrill of it? You find it at Schatz Crossroads, where they start serving these culinary enigmas at 11:00. It’s a race against time and appetite, and isn’t that just like life?
Then there’s the Cannoli Toast at Prairie Sky Breads. It’s like someone took a cloud, mixed it with dreams, and spread it on sourdough. It makes me wonder, if clouds were edible, would they taste like ricotta and cream cheese? And if so, are we just floating in a giant cannoli? The Reuben there poses another question: if you sandwich your worries between layers of sauerkraut cream cheese and corned beef, do they become easier to digest?
As I ponder these deep culinary questions under the cool Minot sun, with a gentle breeze reminding me of nature’s whimsy, I realize every bite is a journey. A journey into the heart of deliciousness and, perhaps, into the heart of ourselves.
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Yesterdays’s guest writer was Homer Simpson.
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