Adventure versus comfort when it comes to eating on the road

Finding new foods

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The White Turkey Drive-In, outside Erie. Pennsylvania, is just one of the many places columnist Kristin Peturson-Laprise has dined at during her cross-USA vacation.

What is the balance between wanting to experience new things and having the comfort of familiar ones?

Where do you sit on this scale? I am someone who hates missing out. I love new opportunities to try things.

Our road trip has been full of adventures of all kinds. As a foodie, of course I have looked for fun food to try. Just like the roads, those foods have taken us in all directions. Adventure verses comfort.

We have had traditional specialties in many places—poutine in Quebec from a roadside “casse-croute” in a northern town, lobster in Maine by the ocean in Bar Harbour, beer and pretzels in Vermont at the Von Trapp family lodge and a funnel cake at the Six Flags amusement park in Darien Lake, NY.

Last week, I also told you about the traditional Monster Cookies my friend grew up with and still makes for her family. (Scroll down to see her recipe.)

All these foods got my two thumbs up, both for taste and for the fun we shared while having them. We had lots of fun on our own too:

• Retro drive-in restaurants across America, like the Fat-Boy Drive-In. in Brunswick, Maine, where it still has car hop service, even in the pouring rain, bless their hearts. Great burgers and their signature “frappe” (translation: thickest, tastiest milkshake ever). The White Turkey Drive-In outside Erie, Pennsylvania is a classic too. Its “loose meat” (as in shredded) turkey sandwich sounded weird, but it was delicious, especially eaten on the shores of Lake Erie with its root beer float.

• Biscuits and gravy. This is not a health-conscious food, especially when you pair it with fried chicken, like they do at Cracker Barrel (full disclosure: they tell you how many calories it is, and what a full day’s allotment should be. You order at your own discretion.) It’s worth the risk to try it at least once. And the gift store is an experience in itself.

• Chicken wings. You might think this couldn’t be a new experience, but Hubbie ordered some at a craft brew pub in Solon, Indiana (great beers at Big Grove). They must have come from body-building chickens, they were enormous. And the hot sauce, oh yeah, it was hot. I guess that helps beer sales.

Being in America is not exactly living on the edge for exotic foods. Our trip in 2019 to Africa certainly exposed us to many more weird and unusual flavours. But it has been a wonderful trip eating our way across this nation and learning more about what kind of fun locals like to have in each place.

Now that we are on the final leg of our journey, headed gradually home after our week in Yellowstone National Park, we are thinking more of comfort foods we know. Perhaps it’s the colder weather (it was -2 C outside this morning). Or maybe it’s just a way that our bodies are telling us it’s time to head back. That seems to me to be a sign of a perfect vacation.

For now, there are still a few adventures to be had with that comfort food. We are packing up cashews and our home-dried raisins for a hiking snack as we head out to see Old Faithful and other geysers in the park.

Hubbie made Rice Krispie squares with the last of our tired marshmallows from the s’mores stock for dessert after our hike. Later, we will feast on pasta with some foraged wild mushrooms, something we know from home but with mushrooms that live just as comfortably in the forests here.

Here's to feasting on life, wherever we are and with whatever we find along the way.

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We all have our own favourite cookie

As the cookie crumbles

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My mom used to say, “There’s not much a cookie can’t cure.”

I know that’s perhaps a tad optimistic, but I always loved the philosophy. I know cookies don’t cure anything, but my ongoing road trip has confirmed my belief they do help create and reinforce connections.

I’ll give you an example using Oreo cookies. I have yet to meet anyone who doesn’t like them. (But I know you’re out there, and I don’t want you to feel excluded so please read on.) Oreos can make people smile. And, in the U.S., they have so many types.

I am a traditional kind of gal. No Double Stuff for me, thanks. Chocolate filling is OK, but why mess with success? Or so I thought until we got to Iowa and I found Toffee Crunch Oreos.

Fair warning, this variation turns a vintage favourite into a new thing altogether. But change is good, and innovation, especially the tasty kind, deserves appreciation.

I could do without Pumpkin Spice Oreos, but if these show up in Canada, I’d say go ahead and try them. They gave me the same kind of ear-to-ear smile as the originals, and they are downright yummy.

There are plenty of independent places where amazing home-baked goods are produced and we have supported many in our travels. I have made it a mission to avoid corporate coffee places and frequent the local haunts. But there is one American chain of grocery stores that has a sort of cult status, so we needed to include it on our shopping list. It’s Trader Joe’s.

If you’ve never been to a Trader Joe’s, it’s hard to explain just how much fun it can be. They have treats of every sort—flavoured fruit jellies, chocolate covered nuts and dried fruit, packaged sweet and savoury sauces and condiments. It’s a gourmand’s paradise. But the cookie aisle is almost daunting.

I am a fan of Joe-Joe’s, their sandwich cookies. Chocolate cookies with a peanut butter filling are a good combination, but at Christmas, they do a deluxe chocolate covered sandwich with peppermint filling and candy cane pieces on the outside. There are also “Dunkers” (crispy oatmeal cookies), Triple Ginger Snaps, soft-baked Snickerdoodles. You get the idea.

For a store-bought cookie, Trader Joe’s has got all the bases covered. The catch is, you have to make your own connection with other fellow cookie lovers.

I don’t want to finish this column without giving you an example of a homemade cookie you can try yourself as that would be mean. So, I’m going to share a recipe ta friend shared with me, one she has always made for her family, just as her mom did when she was little.

Have you heard of “Monster cookies?” I hadn’t. We were comparing childhood memories of favourite treats, and apparently this is a popular Midwest cookie. It is a hearty, flavourful recipe, good enough for a midday snack but with just enough decadence to offset the oats.

The recipe she shared was for huge proportions, meant to last a large family a little while. (It started with three pounds of peanut butter). She mentioned mixing it in her turkey roasting pan. I was doubtful about making a huge batch, but once I tasted them, I realized the sense in it. That same old smile crept across my lips and spread from ears to ear, and I could feel the love that came from making them.

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Sustenance is defined as food and drink regarded as a source of strength and nourishment. I take the Winnie the Pooh’s interpretation of this concept—sustenance is about feeling connected to our food and the enjoyment of it. Our favourite foods call to us, just like Pooh’s pots of honey. (Pooh has also shown us that foods like honey—and cookies—can cause us to see heffalumps at night if we have too many. )

Everyone has a favourite cookie that sustains them. Maybe it’s homemade, or maybe it’s store bought. Either way, they have a special place in our hearts. They connect us to that warm, fuzzy feeling we get from pleasant experiences. When we get to share them with others, it amplifies the feeling.

I hope you get to share a favourite cookie with someone special soon.

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Fun times is small American mid-west city

'The city of five smells'

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Cedar Rapids, Iowa, is the hometown of Grant Wood, the artist best known for his painting American Gothic.

We are staying near Cedar Rapids, Iowa with friends this week and so we’ve had a nice chance to get to know the place.

It is a very interesting and engaging city, full of open, friendly people with a Midwest sense of humour (you’ll see what I mean as you read on). I have become a big fan of the place.

Did you know that Cedar Rapids is the hometown of Grant Wood, the man who painted “American Gothic”? This quintessential image has been posted, copied and parodied many times since Wood painted it in 1930. We often see it as a sarcastic poke at the old-fashioned values of rural folks (like those in the Midwest) but Grant Wood intended it to be a positive reinforcement of those strong values, an uplifting message leading into the Great Depression.

This positive nature is embedded in the culture in Cedar Rapids. Its official nickname is “the city of five seasons”. This isn’t a weather-related advantage, but rather a comment on the short commuting time compared to other major cities.

Our friends live in Mount Vernon, a nearby community full of commuters. It takes them 20 minutes to drive the 15 miles (24 km) to downtown Cedar Rapids. We live in West Kelowna, and it takes us 30 minutes to drive 15 km (only nine miles). You gotta love the American highway system.

Anyway, an advertising firm hired to promote the city jumped on this and came up with this comment:

Life is the sum of all the seasons with which it is filled. And if we have time to enjoy the things most important to us, life is rich and full indeed.

In Cedar Rapids there is time enough, time to enjoy the seasons as they pass. Extra time. Precious time. A fifth season.

People here really do seem to cherish that fifth season and make the most of it.

I mentioned the sense of humour the locals have. It’s evident in the unofficial nickname of the city: “the city of five smells”. You see, the city has four milling plants, including the biggest one in the world for Quaker Oats, where they make not only oatmeal but cereals like Life, Honey Nut Cheerios and Captain Crunch in all its forms. If you are lucky, you’ll be in town on “Crunch Berry Day” when the sweet berry smell of that cereal wafts over the city.

The fifth smell is apparently Mount Trashmore, a manmade hill that comes from the old dump site which is now covered with grass and has paths and park land and an observatory, being the highest point in the city. I can honestly say I didn’t smell anything unpleasant, and I was thoroughly impressed by the innovative idea.

How can you dislike a place where they make fun breakfast cereal? If that doesn’t convince you, what if I told you they have street signs that say, “Closed for sledding during winter months” on some suburban hilly roads? I am not kidding, I’ll post the picture I took on my Happy Gourmand Facebook page. (link: https://www.facebook.com/HappyGourmande )

You might think all this seems a bit silly, not nearly serious enough to warrant attention for one small city in the (northern) middle of a huge country. Maybe that’s so, but maybe a bit more silliness in how we solve the challenges of society is just what we need in today’s world.

The community I see here seems to be enjoying themselves quite a bit. I think we could all use a dose of more seasons, more smells and more fun.

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Camping is fun and so is camping food

The joys of camping

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Now that another camping season is in the books for most, let’s look at some of the highlights so we can cement those memories to warm us through the “inside season”.

First and foremost, who doesn’t love stargazing when they’re out in the woods? Even with a propane campfire, your eyes can adjust to the dark. If you’re lucky, you might even see a shooting star or a meteor shower.

For some, the rustic nature of camping is a dose of free living; no need to worry about things like showers or doing one’s hair. Just brew the coffee, sit back and relax. Quality time like that is valuable, and we often don’t get it in our regular busy schedules.

Camping food is unique too. At home it’s not so common to have hot dogs for dinner, but when camping it’s almost obligatory in some family‘s camping traditions. And don’t forget s’mores, the quintessential camping food.

We love making pizza while camping - the mess of flour being scattered and any crumbs that fall are just lost in the grass, instead of needing a detailed kitchen clean up.

I love the change of pace and scenery that comes with camping. We don’t sleep on the ground anymore as we have our vintage trailer, but we still love cooking outside and sitting in the great outdoors with our four-legged pal.

There are some things that could be improved, however. I’m not going to ask for no mosquitoes, but I have a few suggestions on how campgrounds can be improved.

Here’s a few practical ideas that would make the experience better:

1. Spotlights on the camp road—I understand the concept of safety, but why do we have to light the campground like a baseball field? I can see stars better at home than with light pollution like that.

2. Showers—If I’m having a shower, I’d like to hang up my stuff so it doesn’t get wet or dirty. Why is it there is never more than one hook, and at best a tiny shelf or stool to balance clothes, towel and toiletries? And is it too much to ask for a shower head that sprays water on me, instead of all around me?

3. Recycling—Garbage is usually well organized at a campground, but recycling is often less obvious. I would be happy to donate my recyclables for the upkeep of a campground or a community group if there was a receptacle. When campgrounds say they recycle but they only mean cardboard, I think it’s a missed opportunity.

This year Hubbie and I are still out in the world making the most of our cross-continent camping trip. I can confirm that British Columbia has campgrounds that stand out amongst many others (even without the improvements I mentioned).

We are happy being ambassadors, spreading the word that people should see for themselves why “Beautiful B.C.” is our slogan.

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