More Mileage, More Wisdom (?)
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Three Hams and a Burger in Prague |
Ah, the end of an old year and the beginning of a new (yes,
I know its March, but I’m lazy and am just getting around to writing this). A
time to take stock of the previous 12 months’ activities; a time to
thoughtfully consider lessons learned (what a hackneyed phrase). 2012 saw me
put more than a few miles on the old travel-o-meter. For Spring Break the
family and I took a great American road trip from Wisconsin to Idaho and Utah
via North Dakota (first time we’d ever been there) and Theodore Roosevelt
National Park (http://www.nps.gov/thro/index.htm). In
the summer we visited all the Lincoln-related sights in Springfield, Illinois (http://www.nps.gov/liho/index.htm), and traipsed the length and breadth of Door County Wisconsin, that picturesque,
lighthouse-studded peninsula that juts out into Lake Michigan (http://www.doorcounty.com/).
While driving a ridiculously oversized U-Haul of our accumulated junk back to
Maryland, we managed to see the Great Serpent Mound in Ohio (arriving quite
unintentionally on the summer solstice…along with a multitude of hippies, New
Agers, users of hemp for multiple purposes, faux American Indians, unremarkable
looking middle age folks who suddenly produced dowsing rods…) and admire a
statue of Wm. Henry Harrison in the humid dusk at the Tippecanoe Battlefield
Park near Prophetstown, Indiana (http://www.greatserpentmound.com/, http://www.tcha.mus.in.us/battlefield.htm).
In August, the old lady and I made our first trip to Canada,
and were pleasantly surprised to find such a cosmopolitan, fascinating county
just north of our own. Who knew? (I’m kidding Canucks, we always knew
you were there, but we just figured you had sent all your funny people down to
live with us). In September I spent two weeks tramping ‘round central and
western Mongolia (with a short lay-over in South Korea), and in November the
family and I burnt a fortnight familiarizing ourselves with the old Hapsburg
lands in Central Europe.
Having written this all down, I am led to marvel at the fairly
preposterous amount of time and treasure I spent traveling last year. But,
mainly, it makes me ponder what I can distill, or SHOULD be able to distill,
from using strange bathrooms across three continents. The first thing that
comes to mind is the importance of food in the travel experience (don’t ask why
bathroom=food in my stream of consciousness if you don’t really want to know).
Foodies Need Not Apply
I am not a foodie. Foodies are, often, pretentious people
who describe the stuff they eat with adjectives like “decadent” and “esoteric” (if
you’re not describing a mystery cult in the last days of the Roman Empire,
please don’t use those words). Foodies will also travel to the ends of the
earth solely to eat something there—oh yeah, and they like to brag about having
eaten it there as well. Don’t get me wrong, I think eating with locals will do
more to broaden a traveler’s perspective than most any other activity. In fact,
“food ways”—which is fancy anthropologist-talk for what and how different
people eat—is an actual field of study, as food reveals so many vital clues
about a given culture. That said, you will never catch me adding a detour to my
itinerary just so I can sample a rarely-served piece of an animal’s anatomy.
Well, maybe not “never.” At any rate, you’ll never hear of me trying to track
down ‘authentic’ food.
The Fallacy of ‘Authentic’ Cuisine
Just like Börte Used to Make it? |
When in Prague or UB...
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The Mongolian Burger that Conquered the Known World |
When you’re on the road the best food-related question you
can ask is, “what do people eat around here?” The answer might be surprising.
For example, in Prague’s Old Town Square (Staroměstské náměstí) there was a whole mess of people eating at stalls near the Old Town Hall (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Town_Square_(Prague)). Being
naturally curious folk, the family and I moseyed over and saw that smoked ham,
spiral cut potatoes and hamburgers were on offer. I opted for the ham, though
my son wanted a hamburger. However, I didn’t argue and say, “Hey! We’re in
Prague, Czechs don’t eat hamburgers!” After all, it was a Czech hamburger, cooked
with oil and garnished with cabbage and other unusual, for an American, condiments
(my son still demolished his hamburger and then proceeded to fight me for the
ham). One of the best things I ate in Mongolia was an enormous cheeseburger.
True, I had just spent two weeks subsisting on a diet of fried, stewed, minced,
etc., mutton, cow tongue and horse dumplings, but this was a genuinely good “‘burg.”
But, it didn’t taste like an American burger; it was fit for Chinggis Khan! UB
has Mexican, Chinese (as you might well imagine), Indian, even an Irish pub! I
had plenty of traditional Mongolian dishes, but I would have missed out had I
not tried the international scene as well. Don’t be afraid/embarrassed to eat a
foreign burger!
The Cheapskate Gourmet
I would have to say that my favorite places to eat while
traveling are grocery stores. Yep, you heard me right. I think it’s a blast to
wander the aisles and try to figure out what stuff is from the packaging. Not
only are grocery stores the best places to get cheap eats, they also allow you to rub
shoulders with the locals and buy the kind of stuff they buy (presumably it
wouldn’t be in stock if nobody ever bought it). In Slovakia I went to a supermarket
and bought rolls with cheese and thick-cut chunks of bacon baked onto them. How
could you go wrong with that? I tried several brands of paprika flavored potato
chips in Czech Republic, Poland and Hungary (some, much better than others) and
ketchup chips in Toronto (I suppose I could buy these in the U.S. as well). I
got hooked on spreadable cheese outside Vienna (the kind that comes in paprika
and ham flavors) and bags of chocolate milk in Budapest (I don’t understand the
receptacle, but oh man, that chocolaty goodness!). I realize this is all junk
food, but that is not a concept that Americans have a monopoly on. I’d like to
think I understand the average Central European better, having eaten his/her
high-calorie, non-nutritious but delicious goodies. But, before you lose faith
in me, I will turn toward more traditional patterns of travel eating.
What’s the Special
Tonight?
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The Kid Just doesn't Understand How Good Polish Food is! |