Have you
heard the phrase “Hit By A Food Truck” list before?
Posted 3/30/2011
You haven’t?
OK, what about “Bucket" list?
Sure, sure, you know what that is. Everyone knows what that is and not just because it was a weird and slightly morbid Jack Nicholson film. It’s a phrase that’s been around for a long time denoting an individual’s life wish list of what she/he wants to accomplish before they leave this world behind for the Willy Wonka Wonderland in the sky.
Doesn’t everyone think that heaven must be like the edible world in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory where you can pull gummy bears off trees and drink sweet concoctions from sugar-sculpted tea cups grown on bushes?
No? Fine, to each his own.
But no one has ever heard of the red-headed stepchild of the “Bucket” list called the “Hit By A Food Truck” list. Probably because I made it up. But, I didn’t just make it up out of the blue, there’s a story behind it that I think you should know.
Out to lunch with my father, sister-in-law, sister, niece and nephew, we all indulged in delicious creamy and robust soups at a little restaurant in good ole’ Bloomsburg, PA (that I think is named Russell’s but I can’t be sure). Their award-winning soups are some of the best I’ve had in my life and as we sat there, rounded-bellies, drooling in self-content, the waitress asked if we’d like to share a slice of their house cheesecake (incidentally, also award-winning). We went back and forth, thought long and hard if we could possibly fit one more morsel of food in and finally, my sister-in-law made the decision for us saying that “Yes, we will have cheesecake” and “Yes, we’d like one of each of your strawberry and blueberry, thanks.”
As the cheesecakes were brought over, we all solemnly swore to man-up, unbutton our pants to make room and be like Nike and “just do it”.
And thank sweet baby Jesus we did because akin to the heavenly satisfaction that was the soup, the cheesecake propelled us into a pure sweet sugar high that bubbled through our systems. Looking dreamily around the table and slurring our words together as we spoke, I heard my sister-in-law say something that has stuck with me ever since (including the dramatic pauses indicated by the ellipses which really happened because I think she was slipping in and out of consciousness):
“If I was hit by a food truck tomorrow … and lay dying in the street … I would have just one thought … going through my mind … and it would be … “God DAMNIT …… (long one here) ….. I WISH I had that cheesecake!”
And so begins the birth of an era, the “Hit By A Food Truck” list era, on Blackberry Food Blog. These are all the culinary adventures I want to take before I, too, am hit by a food truck.
Preferably a food truck specializing in artisan cupcakes.
Death by cupcake food truck.
An inherently poetic and delicious way to die.
OK, back to the brand spanking new section of BFB. Interspersed among the usual posts of actual BFB adventures, I’ll also be adding posts to my new Hit By A Food Truck, or HBAFT, section of Blackberry Food Blog which will spotlight locations in the world I have yet to eat at, where I’ve been told to eat when/if I ever get there and ultimately, why I want to go there to begin with.
I have my top locations listed at the moment and when more places pique my interest, I’ll add them to create the biggest and best "Hit By A Food Truck" list the world has ever known. That is my goal. HBAFT list world domination!
We all have aspirations.
OK, what about “Bucket" list?
Sure, sure, you know what that is. Everyone knows what that is and not just because it was a weird and slightly morbid Jack Nicholson film. It’s a phrase that’s been around for a long time denoting an individual’s life wish list of what she/he wants to accomplish before they leave this world behind for the Willy Wonka Wonderland in the sky.
Doesn’t everyone think that heaven must be like the edible world in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory where you can pull gummy bears off trees and drink sweet concoctions from sugar-sculpted tea cups grown on bushes?
No? Fine, to each his own.
But no one has ever heard of the red-headed stepchild of the “Bucket” list called the “Hit By A Food Truck” list. Probably because I made it up. But, I didn’t just make it up out of the blue, there’s a story behind it that I think you should know.
Out to lunch with my father, sister-in-law, sister, niece and nephew, we all indulged in delicious creamy and robust soups at a little restaurant in good ole’ Bloomsburg, PA (that I think is named Russell’s but I can’t be sure). Their award-winning soups are some of the best I’ve had in my life and as we sat there, rounded-bellies, drooling in self-content, the waitress asked if we’d like to share a slice of their house cheesecake (incidentally, also award-winning). We went back and forth, thought long and hard if we could possibly fit one more morsel of food in and finally, my sister-in-law made the decision for us saying that “Yes, we will have cheesecake” and “Yes, we’d like one of each of your strawberry and blueberry, thanks.”
As the cheesecakes were brought over, we all solemnly swore to man-up, unbutton our pants to make room and be like Nike and “just do it”.
And thank sweet baby Jesus we did because akin to the heavenly satisfaction that was the soup, the cheesecake propelled us into a pure sweet sugar high that bubbled through our systems. Looking dreamily around the table and slurring our words together as we spoke, I heard my sister-in-law say something that has stuck with me ever since (including the dramatic pauses indicated by the ellipses which really happened because I think she was slipping in and out of consciousness):
“If I was hit by a food truck tomorrow … and lay dying in the street … I would have just one thought … going through my mind … and it would be … “God DAMNIT …… (long one here) ….. I WISH I had that cheesecake!”
And so begins the birth of an era, the “Hit By A Food Truck” list era, on Blackberry Food Blog. These are all the culinary adventures I want to take before I, too, am hit by a food truck.
Preferably a food truck specializing in artisan cupcakes.
Death by cupcake food truck.
An inherently poetic and delicious way to die.
OK, back to the brand spanking new section of BFB. Interspersed among the usual posts of actual BFB adventures, I’ll also be adding posts to my new Hit By A Food Truck, or HBAFT, section of Blackberry Food Blog which will spotlight locations in the world I have yet to eat at, where I’ve been told to eat when/if I ever get there and ultimately, why I want to go there to begin with.
I have my top locations listed at the moment and when more places pique my interest, I’ll add them to create the biggest and best "Hit By A Food Truck" list the world has ever known. That is my goal. HBAFT list world domination!
We all have aspirations.
