Amtrak makes a better cheeseburger on a train than I can make in my car. Almost as good as I can make on a grill. It's a hefty sammitch, with good char and flavor. Chips, though, not french fries. I guess vats of boiling oil are a bad idea in a moving conveyance.
Hereʼs Darcie sitting in the trunk of the Desert Truckster, waiting for me to set up our picnic lunch.
Each day for the last month, Iʼve included a piece of Halloween candy when I pack Darcieʼs lunch. And each day I notice that the Whoppers always seem to come back unopened.
I think she hasnʼt really given Whoppers a chance. So I made her an all-Whoppers lunch today.
Some days I pack Darcieʼs lunch for her. Today I put a whole can of Spam in her lunch bag.
Sheʼll thank me for it later.