Semi-inspired by the bbq thread currently going....
Era, I moved to the Midwestern US for grad school, up from the south, and I miss crawfish like it's a physical pain. I also will not touch bbq here in Indiana outside of one small place - been burned too many times by oversalted, dried out garbage. I'll make my own pulled pork and fry my own catfish, but I'm not touching a lot of shit here. In fact, to be honest, we rarely eat out unless we go to Indy or Chicago because food is sad here. I travel a few times a year for conferences and the thing I look forward to most (besides, y'know, the intellectual stimulation) is being in a place where the pinnacle of cuisine isn't a deep fried slab of pork on a bun.
I also try to get my hands on fresh oysters when I travel. That sea-salt goodness with hot sauce and a bit of lemon. Sigh.
I'm sure I'm not alone in here, so let's make each other hungry and sad. Are you separated from the foods you love most? Regale me with your tragic stories.
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Era, I moved to the Midwestern US for grad school, up from the south, and I miss crawfish like it's a physical pain. I also will not touch bbq here in Indiana outside of one small place - been burned too many times by oversalted, dried out garbage. I'll make my own pulled pork and fry my own catfish, but I'm not touching a lot of shit here. In fact, to be honest, we rarely eat out unless we go to Indy or Chicago because food is sad here. I travel a few times a year for conferences and the thing I look forward to most (besides, y'know, the intellectual stimulation) is being in a place where the pinnacle of cuisine isn't a deep fried slab of pork on a bun.
I also try to get my hands on fresh oysters when I travel. That sea-salt goodness with hot sauce and a bit of lemon. Sigh.
I'm sure I'm not alone in here, so let's make each other hungry and sad. Are you separated from the foods you love most? Regale me with your tragic stories.
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