Feasting on Asphalt returns on Saturday with a new series at 9 eastern, 8 central. Watch it once and you'll be hooked. Watch it twice and you'll be hooked on endless replays.
You are probably wondering why there is a picture of a motor home, or land yacht, at the top of this post.
There is an episode of Feasting on Asphalt where Alton Brown goes into a motor home of a couple who live on wheels and fixes a dinner, and some potent coffee.
It brought back painful memories for me as a teen. Every summer I would hop into a pickup truck with my mother and dad, and usually a fru-fru pooch of some sort, and we'd travel our great nation. I loved it. I will never forget the memories of pulling into a KOA Campground (or did they spell it "Kampground"?) in some obscure place like the Nebraska panhandle after a long trek across barren moonscape.
My mother would immediately prepare dinner. We might have to unhook the trailer and drive the truck to a grocery store for some steak and potatoes, but we eventually got dinner. It was such fun.
Only once did we have a self-contained real land yacht -- unless my memory fades -- most of the time we were pulling a trailer behind a pickup. But we had a LONG trailer at one point.
It was cool because it was all so self-contained. Kitchen, bathroom, shower, and sleeping quarters all in one compact compartment.
The only thing that was awkward was sleeping just a few feet from my parents for 2 or 3 weeks at a time. Have you ever tried to quietly masturbate in bed in a travel trailer without arousing suspicion from your parents who are sleeping just 3 or 4 feet away? It's not easy.
But a teen has gotta do what a teen's gotta do.
Anyway, I digress.
Feasting on Asphalt returns on Saturday with a new series at 9 eastern, 8 central. You must see this if you haven't already.
Oh, the giant brain fritter reference? That was a sandwich Alton Brown ate along one of the stops in the last series. A huge fried brain sandwich.
Gross. It wasn't even dressed for distraction.
PS: Don't forget to pack some hard tack.
Crossposted at B3
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