Wow, in case you couldn't tell I was in a seriously funk-ified mood earlier and I wouldn't say it had anything to do with my case of DVD mis-information frustration. You'll have this, especially when the house is quiet and there are no distractions and one is left alone with ones thoughts for a few days.
"Wait a minute!", I sez. I should be living it up! So I went out rack scouting for the new Hot Wheels Batmobile... a veritable bust that was. I was so desperate I bought three of the 'Mystery Cars' at the Dollar General- now, I don't even know for sure that these opaque black-bubbled packages are supposed to contain the TV Batmobile but if you're gonna take a chance for a buck, what better vehicle to hide under there than this much-sought-after version, right? Well, that was a waste of three dollars. Not entirely, son boy still has his car collection after all and on occasion he drags them out and crashes them into one another, so he'll be happy to add these to his cache.
Since I was finding no Batcars I made myself feel better with a stop at the Chinese buffet. There are at least six Chinese restaurants that I can think of offhand, I'm sure it's more than that, around town, we favor one in particular, Kevins. Not a very Chinese sounding moniker that.
Although it's changed hands and names at least twice since we first patronized the place we still call it by it's pet name- 'Little Blonde Boy Buffet'. The first owner of record was a middle-aged gentleman who doted on our son as a boy of five, maybe six. He always made a point of stopping by the table, patting him on the head and, grinning from ear to ear, announcing "Little blonde boy! Verrry good boy! He eat verry good, little blonde boy!"
Now there was a man who knew from good customer relations. I imagine he's living like a king back in China by now. Or... somewhere... other than York PA...
I used to like the 'fast food' Chinese at York's Central Market too but they went out years ago. They had great little mushy egg rolls, not crispy at all. And a nice, greasy combo lo mein. Central Market used to be a favorite haunt on one of the three market days, Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday. When we were in the office cleaning business, we'd often stop in as we were finishing work downtown and things were opening up in the market house. Usually we had to find a way to kill some time- like eating breakfast at the teeny diner in the northwest corner of the market -until Mr. Henry was ready to make ham subs or Bair's had chicken parts and potato wedges and chicken livers tumbling out of the fryer or the girl had her Chinese stand up and running.
But the Cookie Man could always be counted on early in the morning. His family had a butcher business just down the aisle and sometimes Mr. Myers would pitch in there but his own enterprise was baked goods. If Keebler has elves, he had... well, I don't know what is superlative to elves making cookies but whatever it is... he had it!
He offered cakes and turnovers and sweet rolls and several varieties of cookies, usually a slightly different assortment every week. But my personal predilection was for his sugar cakes. We always called them 'sugar cookies' at home but his really were more like cake. Big as your fist and, like, there was something, some unknown thing that held the butter and sugar and eggs together because they just seemed to melt... Oh, sorry, I'm drooling on the keyboard... ugh...
One week he had no sugar cakes so I opted for the lesser delight of chocolate chip cookies. Now, normally I'd give three sugar cookies for one chocolate chip but, remember, we're talking about the sugar cake, and Mr. Myers' sugar cake, a thing to which few earthly delights will ever compare...
Suffice to say, the chocolate chip were soon a secondary, but ever-so-slightly secondary darling to the sugar cake. Again, it was like there was nothing holding them together once they passed the lips, all buttery and chocolatey chips and chocolatey chunks... Awww, there I go drooling again...
Alas, like all good things eventually do, that era has passed. Mr. Myers, despite his cherubic countenance, mild persona and confectionary- or 'confectionery', which? -gifts on a par with my own dear Aunt Esther or Grandma Lehr(neither a slouch with a spatula, a dozen eggs and a pound of sugar, lemme tell ya), devised compelling reasons not to continue in his business. Or in life. A dratted shame, and not just because I miss those cookies...
So along with my toy car search today I picked up my taco fixings and eggs and potatoes and milk. I splurged on 2% versus the usual skim while the wife is away. And hazelnut creamer for my tea.
And I brought home some Rainbow Keebler chocolate chips today. Not awful little confections. Just not... not quite the palatable nirvana as a Mr. Myers chocolate chip cookie...by any means... >sigh<
Funny how one thing, one, one thing leads to another, innit?
I could go on, of course, but I gotta get some Boggle in yet- Go, sleepy brain! Go! -and it's getting late. Big mail day tomorrow and a five minute micro-discourse to prepare for tomorrow evening. Not a great big, hairy deal but any public speaking- regardless of the audience or circumstance - well, it's still not my favorite thing. So I wait until the day of... Brilliant strategem!
I remember once... Aahhh... There I go again...
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