My recollection of a recent dinner conversation …
Danny: (While enjoying his second succulent, vine ripened mango) So, do you ever feel sorry for those born and raised in the Midwest that might never taste a mango?
Anita: No. But I do feel sorry for vegetarians who live there.
Danny: What are you talking about? They have vegetables … I think.
Anita: You don’t remember Lara’s story? You know, the one when she left Hawaii to go to University of Nebraska or some other big state school out there?
Danny: Uhh, vaguely. Remind me again?
Anita: You know, about her first experience in the dining hall …
Food Server: “We’ve got beef, chicken, and fish. Which would you like?”
Lara: “Do you have anything vegetarian?”
Food Server: “I SAID we’ve got fish!”
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ughh… more midwest bashing.
I didn’t really think of it as midwest bashing. Sorry if it came off as a cheap shot.
I’m jealous. Sometimes I want to fly to Cambodia just for a couple days so I can chow down on ripe mangoes. And yes, people in the midwest - and the U.S.A. for that matter - are totally missing out!!! The mangoes we get here just aren’t the same. I would buy the ones I could get back home in Pella, IA. More sour, different consistency. The Cambodian mangoes (and mangosteen, pineapple, papaya for that matter) were second to none. Too bad you can’t bring them back!
my first thought, uh oh, kevin is going to have something to say!
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