They’re the foods that fuel your ride or welcome you home
after suffering in the saddle. They’re
your weird, bizarre, locked up in a closet personal favorites. After getting soaked for the last hour of
that Sunday hammerfest, you don’t want a sandwich to get
the feeling back in your fingers. You need Usinger's Braunschweiger on soft Italian bread with brown mustard, real butter and onions. You
don’t want a cookie in your bag after the cyclocross race; you want a molasses
cookie from the box on the counter at your grandmother’s house. It’s not the Campbell’s tomato soup, it’s the
15 saltine crackers crumbled over the top and so thick a little person could
run across it. Or, is it the crusted
three square inch burn the roof of your mouth hot cherry pie in the corner of
the Hungry Man TV dinner. These are some
foods that reward my ride.
I’m sure it’s what they use for zombie boogers at Haunted
Houses, but I love to eat it. It’s
green, long, slimy, gushy and wet. If
you threw one against the wall it would smack, stick and slide down like a
night crawler. Still, since I was a kid
when every vegetable was disgusting, it’s one of my all time favorite
foods. I’ll only eat the long spears,
only from a can and it absolutely must be Green Giant asparagus spears. I do like fresh asparagus, especially grilled
with olive oil and salt and pepper.
Without preservatives, I’m sure it’s healthier, but that’s hoidy toidy
to me. They serve that with $30 steaks
at Jeff Ruby. Not to mention you have to
cook it. I don’t need a bowl or a fork, only a can opener or my Leatherman
multi-tool. I thoroughly enjoy pulling
them out of the can with my fingers, tilting my head back and dangling them
into my mouth. It’ll probably be my last
meal when I’m 120 years old and a need to be fed by a nurse. “Head back Mister Biker. Eat your spears.” Nom nom nom.
My wife calls them “Joe foods” and second on my list and in my lunchbox right now is Windmill cookies. It confounds me how inexpensive yet so
intricate they are. I think the box of
12 I bought was under $3. Maybe it’s
because I’m a quarter Dutch, but my affinity for the Windmill cookie runs
deep. With each one, I marvel at the
detail. The almond slivers almost give
the illusion of textured stone made from tulip field mud. If you look closely at the photo there are 3
separate designs on the mill: a cross at the top, two (E) shapes left and right
and a diamond in the center. You can
stick your tongue in the doorway, or let it be the axis of the windmill blades. I’m not entirely sure there’s a specific
brand I like or what brand these are, maybe there’s only one. It’s not like chocolate chips with a million
varieties. At the grocery you’ll be
lucky to spot them. Almost glad they
weren’t hanging out with the other lesser cookies; I found these in the health
food section at Kroger. As it turns out,
these are completely vegan.
The all time greatest culinary creation is Candy
Raisins. How can you not love a candy
with a smiling sun on the package? They
are not candied raisins, contain raisins or even taste like raisins. The only thing they have in common with
actual raisins is that they are wrinkly on the top. They’re comparable in texture to the candy
Dots. They feel the same way in your
mouth, but the flavor is unlike any candy you’ve ever tasted. The
website Save The Candy Raisins describes them as “a translucent, honey
colored candy…with a light ginger taste.”
I grew up in Wisconsin, and from what I can gather they were only made by
Stark, a division of the NECCO candy company.
As you can gather from the website, sadly, after shutting down a plant
in Pewaukee Wisconsin, they are not being made anymore. I have not had a candy raisin in at least
three years. If I saw them, even on
Ebay, I swear to God I would spend at least $10 a bag to attain them. I love them so much; I’d accept a box as my
only Christmas present.
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