(17SEPT2008)
I’m walking through a motor pool today and some combination of fuel and other substances conspire to smell, to me, like vinegar. Vinegar always reminds me of fish n’ chips, and suddenly I really want some good fish n’ chips. The DFAC never serves good fish.
Were I home, I know exactly where I’d go: a little Irish pub on the water near my last apartment that also serves great gumbo (go figure). As it is, this is a craving that will go unfulfilled, to be replaced by many more cravings over the coming months until I have a chance to satisfy some of them, at least, when I’m back in the States next June.
