All kinds of interesting experiences this weekend in the eastern part of North Carolina, where there is a whole lot of nothing at all, most of it boggy.
The Crone has just booked into a motel where the patron asked: ” You a smoker?”
“No ” replied the Crone
“Well, we’d better get you a no-smoking room then” came the answer, although the reek, and the burn marks in the polyester comforter in the Crone’s $45 quarters, suggest he may have been over-promising. This is a tobacco state after all.
No sooner had the Crone unpacked her bags than a message puporting to be from the Hilton family appeared on her iphone. The Crone is in San Diego next weekend and staying in a Hilton property for a conference. Apparently it matters to Paris, Nicky, their gruesome mother Cathy, and the dad who no-one knows because he’s not on the telly, that the Crone has a great week between now and her check-in. Hmmm. On balance, she’d rather have the passive smoking experience.
To the Hitching Post for dinner where one of the specials was chicken and pastry with a sweet potato and collard greens.
“Is it a pot pie?” asked the Crone, immediately identifying herself as an outsider, and not just because of her accent.
“I’ll bring you a sample” said the waitress and produced a bowl filled with a grey/white gloop. Turns out that pastry in this part of the world is a flour and water mixture, rolled out and then cooked in broth along with the chicken–it tastes sort of like noodles and actually it was pretty yum, in a gluey kind of way. The Crone didn’t go for a whole plateful but instead opted for the shrimp and sausage pasta–great.
While enjoying her dinner, the Crone overheard the following exchange between the waitress and the table next door:
“A burger and fries please”
“We’re right out of fries, I’m sorry”
(suitable surprise, then)
“Do you have a baked potato?”
“Yes, we can get you a potato…”
It didn’t seem to occur to anyone that, if they had a potato, they could peel it, cut it up, and throw it in some fat… in Ireland, everyone who reads this will be rolling their eyes.