Street Food

My last couple of slices have centered around cooking and food, so somehow through a stream of thought I think today of my move to the city, Boston, in my twenties. I grew up in a small town able to walk everywhere. The exciting move to the big city brought many changes. Now I was taking public transportation and walking the busy streets. What was amazing was the food on the streets. Food trucks and carts were everywhere, and people were eating walking everywhere. At home I think I would  only ever see someone eating an ice cream cone on the street. Now I was able to see breakfast and lunch sold on every corner. I did happily succumb to these temptations. I wasn’t cooking at all then, the topic for another slice. My favorite treat was a huge corn muffin in the morning on my way to work. It was moist and fell apart in my hands, but even the crumbs were delicious. I learnt not to care how I looked while stuffing my face. Now years later, I finally perfected my own recipe for Yankee corn muffins which includes using maple syrup. I’m getting hungry again.

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