mlm: Roadfood DEFINITELY lives. Just finished a summer two-month tour of 32 states and Canada, and possibly the most wonderful thing I ate – other than calf fries I must admit (and if anybody knows where to get those in the Tri-State area I’d be eternally grateful!) – was a Navajo fry bread with lamb I got from a truck just pulled up on the side of an off-road highway in the middle of nowhere, found via a single sign along the main road. Man that was some GOOD eating! 

And FWIW when people mourn things like “great spaghetti in the 30s, 40s, and 50s” with the GREATEST respect for your Aunt – and I MEAN it – remember that our “foodie” palates have definitely evolved, and I think the wonderful thing about the geekification and foodie-ing of the world is that EVERYONE has upped their game. Which might mean that for those of us who spend time on wonderful threads like these and to whom such matters, and remembering some meals I ate when I was a kid, I suspect that at least sometimes what’s being remembered by someone might not hit our palates as quite as wonderful now! (Although having said that, I still remember my grandma’s spaghetti sauce the like of which I’ve not tasted since she passed, made wonderful with chicken fat … while at the same time I remember how much crap red sauce larded with oregano came from then as well!)

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