So I got totally lost trying to connect with Kim Pearson on my way down to Washington D.C. and it's made me wonder : What the hell was I thinking when I decided to drive down.
I usually take Amtrak into the capital but this time, I am shlepping so much crap that I decided to ZipCar it and haul my ass down I-95. I have to say, Amtrak is like a cultural bubble --it really destroys your connection with the reality of the United States that is not New York City.
I am in this thing called a Bob Evans' Restaurant. It's the kind of restaurant that serves single portions that are meant to feed a whole town and a half portion truly feeds a family for four. Biscuits is the starch du jour, not the freshly baked ciabatta that terrorizes Zone Dieters in the city.
Not that I am dismissing the fact that I am 20lbs overweight, but whereas I am an oddity in the city, I can count with one hand the amount of people that are on-weight in here.
OMFG! I just took a bite of my salad --a chicken and cranberry halfmongous portion. What the hell was I thinking! It has some kind of mystery dressing that has the viscosity of saliva.
Saliva Salad
The biscuit, made with what I am assuming is Bisquick tastes exactly like that. Of course, I am breaking my rule of eating wheat. Both my kids have a wheat allergy and I, after years of thinking that I wa clinically depressed, found out that I am actually quite sensitive to the devil's flour. But I love biscuits (and croissants and pierogis and pies and pizza and etc.) and, well, just had to try it out.
I still can't get over how this dressing looks awfully like saliva. Neither the fact that the roads are almost packed to the brim with cars and trucks. It reaffirms my hatred for anything looking like suburbia. If I had to depend everyday on driving to and forth to everywhere I would probably end up physically harming quite a few people.
Once in a while a car is OK. Everyday? Ugh! How can you call that a life if you have to depend on a car to see other people? How can you build a community like that? No wonder suburban and exurban teens are flocking to the internet to find other kids.
It sucks to be isolated in car country.
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