Like so many others here, I could never name just one thing as the best I've ever eaten. I can say though, that my most memorable meals were, the food spread that I had at the Pagsanjan Falls Resort in the Phillipines, the spaghetti with meat sauce that I had at great Lakes Naval Air Station, Great Lakes Illinois (the first time I had spaghetti sauce with basil and oregano in it, my stepfather didn't like spicy foods), my first slice of deep-dish pizza from Square Pan Pizza in San Diego, Ca (the first thick crust pizza I'd ever seen or tasted), the fried ice cream served at Carlos & Totos in Barstow, Ca., my first batch of home made spring rolls, the cinnamon rolls (sticky buns) recipe that I put in here last week under the title - incredible pastry dough, or something like that, the bone-in rib eye steaks purchaced from Iowa Meat Farms outlet stores in San Diego area, Carne Asada Burritoes from La Cotija in El Cajon, Ca., A&W Root beer, Cher-Made brand hot dogs, and the first bite of savory bread dressing stuffed rouladden that was given me by a kind subscriber to Grit Newspaper on a cold and rainy November evening when I was abotu 12 years old. Oh, and who can forget brook trout, caught, cleaned, dredged in flour, and cooked the same day with my dad in a cast iron skillet, not to mention the fish feeds we had when me, my dad, & my grandpa would go to our favorite trout streams and come home with a mess of trout, or smelt in the spring.
I could go on, but why? And I haven't even touched deserts, or my Mom's cooking yet.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
