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3.4.2013

I hotrodded it across the desert last week to meet a bunch of pals, including Linkey Loo Robot and his lovely wife, at our annual Cactus League Spring Training trip.  My co-pilot was a late scratch, so with one passenger, I drove solo.  I did not pack snacks for solo trekking.

I packed crackers and spray cheese.  I packed sliced salami for the cheese-sprayed crackers, if one wanted such a deluxe treat.  But since I had no co-pilot, none of it was deployed.

I packed potato chips and french onion dip (I had an in-cabin cooler, natch), but having two hands and all three eyes on the road, there weren't no dippin'.

I brought cookie dough and spoons.  Didn't deploy them.

I build-your-own bruschetta.  It would have worked with a team.  Solo, no go.

I brought the fixin's for banana splits.  I had to concentrate on driving, not splitting bananas.

I brought the ingredients for seven-layer Mexi dip to assemble somewhere near Blythe.  Everyone knows freshly assembled seven-layer is superior, but since I was occupied, it wasn't assembled, freshly or otherwise.

I brought a kit for making Chicago-style hot dogs, complete with dogs, bun, tomato slices, yellow mustard, diced onion, neon-green relish, sport peppers and celery salt, but my duty was to my passenger and road safety.

Lastly, I brought my espresso machine, complete with whole milk in a mini pitcher, because I thought a fresh cappuccino would hit the spot around Goodyear, but since I was driving, I the only frothing I did was at the mouth out of fury for the other jerks driving around.

So ... we stopped at McDonalds.  Thirty minutes after eating that Mc-whatever, I felt like puking.

Tonight - The Homestead.

We made it through another month.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!