03
Oct
Steve and I walked out of Ernie’s Cantina, after a couple of ice-cold PBRs, and hit the closest quik-stop for some Tecate. (We’re living high on the hog here in Phoenix.)
I love how you can tell something about the local population by the food in the local gas station. In Vermont, you find lots of trail mix and granola bars. In Phoenix? Limon chips by Frito Lay. And these “Hot & Spicy” pork cracklins from El Sabroso. I think you can find pork rinds in VT, but not with a translation at the bottom that says, “Fried Out Pork Fat With Attached Skin.” Fantastic. (My belly didn’t exactly agree, though. Hmm.)
