from a picture during GeoWoodstock weekend got me thinking about something I wrote in that post.
It was about one of the best meals I’ve ever had. That particular day we were all over the Eastern and Southeastern part of PA. We explored Centralia for hours and then trekked about 50 miles to a geocache SE of that area and then another 40 back to Tabs (see picture) wife’s grandfathers restaurant (which is another story in itself). The salads alone were worth the day, well the salad dressing. The characters we met that day were worth it to.
Another best meal was when I was a kid and my mother took me and my younger sister on a shopping spree and we went to every Hamericks in two states. We were starving by the time she finally let us eat. It was just McDonalds, but it was probably the first time in my life that I ever thought I was going to starve to death.
The other is when I was in Germany and the closest thing I had to home was a little Gasthaus above a club I used to frequent. We just called it the other place. We had been in the field for at least a month and the steak that the lady that ran the place served me was probably the best thing I ever tasted. I wonder if that’s why I don’t have a taste for steak anymore. Nothing else stacks up. Just wandering in my mind…