I guess there is a franchise relationship. I’ve eaten in a Big Boy before. It wasn’t called Frisch’s. We fell into the place because I stopped in the parking lot to get my bearings. The breakfast buffet was too tempting to pass up. Good home cooking- biscuits and gravy – bacon, sausage, eggs. Then I read an article about buffet food. Only a little over half the food is eaten in buffets (general). Some (leftover) is donated. Much is thrown out. People leave a lot on their plate that gets tossed too. I’m a veteran buffet foodie. Take a small taste, sample a lot, and then return for what was tasty on the first pass. Don’t over eat. Don’t do it. But…that bacon was mighty crispy.
I missed the jumping. We wandered into a college competition late. It’s a sport with which I’m unfamiliar. Seriously, there are folks who dress the part and then participate. I’m afraid I’m not sympathetic. Certainly the competitors are serious. I’m struggling to make sense of it myself. Sorry, I suppose there is beauty in training a horse to perform on command. It’s called training and art for the sake of mastery. Oh boy. I’m just poking fun at their expense. Not fair. I was an intruder in a foreign culture. There are purists and elitists out there who will defend the sport. I’m not one. One more pound and you don’t button that last one. Watch out!
Imagine, all these years and I’ve never had any. At this point in life I hardly need a new sin. Kettle corn has not been on my radar. Those in the know recommend it. I’m hooked now. It’s hot and when the popping begins be sure to wear a helmet and gloves for protection. Sugar caramelizes on the bottom of a heated kettle. The coated corn is reminiscent of Cracker Jacks but less cloying. Add a little salt to finish and the product is hard to resist. May I have some more please?