Bilando

Being very discerning about the food I eat (picky) - particularly when an animal's life was taken for the food - makes eating out more of a challenge. I ate a quesadilla at this fine restaurant in Truckee, California, despite the wonderful meat smells emanating from the exhaust. Once my vegetarian brother walked into my grandmothers kitchen and politely said, "Mmm, that stew smells good." My grandmother responded like so: "Then why don't you have some? You can eat around the meat?"

Which makes about as much sense as this:

Food Trucks in Boise. Me, Elsewhere

I get a lot of crap from my so called fans about not updating my so called blog. By a lot of crap I mean very little. What actually happened was someone reminded me that I have a blog. If I were a genuinely dedicated food truck blogger I would have stayed in Boise over Labor Day weekend. Instead I was here:

Lame. Meanwhile Boise was lousy with food trucks, and my source informed me that there were even vegetarian tacos!

Lesson: Never leave Boise.

There was some sort of food truck festival last weekend. And, FYI, there is another coming in October, BTW. More on that later.

That said, I have nothing else to say at the moment.