I’m convinced I have a future in traveling food and LA is the park-and-gorge capital of the world. The crème de la crème of totally convenient gluttony.
I found this website that posts menus & locations of wandering delicacies like [enter pretty much anything here] on a stick, open-faced chorizo breakfast sammies, and fluffy Elmo cupcakes so sweet your face turns inside out. They use email and Twitter to locate these delicious little moving targets and broadcast their position so you know when and where to attack.
In my previous life when I ate meat and dairy, you couldn’t keep me away from trucks like the Flying Pig. (Read about my pork-induced coma here.) Imagine watching someone from your office window who you think has absolutely lost her mind, chasing after the smell of sweet swine, knocking down anything in her path. Now imagine that person when she’s not pregnant, and that would be me.
But now that I’m a hippie and I stick to flax seed and arrowroot, I can only watch and weep as those miraculous engines drive by, leaving behind only a glimpse of their greasy trail. . .
Which brings me to my latest and greatest idea. As soon as you agree to give me your truck, I’m going to start a business plan for my own little sassy traveling trough. An edible indulgence that doesn’t make you hate yourself. It’ll be called something like, “Made to Spoon,” or “High Heels & Wheels.” I don’t know yet, I still need to shape my schtick, but I know it will be lick-your-fingers good and it won’t make you feel like you have a fuming baby in your belly.
To be continued. . .