Chicken and Waffles, 75 cents
Mashed Potatoes with gravy, 25 cents
Corn, 25 cents
Milk, 30 cents
and Sandwich of the Week: Chicken Salad with Lettuce, 75 cents
A trip down memory lane to the great Mount Carmel Area High School Lunch.
The family went out for lunch today to Masser's and I proceeded to eat Chicken and Waffles, which was my absolute favorite lunch in high school. As you can see from the prices above, well worth the money. In fact, it really only cost $1 if you bought the whole lunch, which often was the case.
Over today's lunch, we debated on the best high school lunches of all time. My top five:
1. Chicken and Waffles (clearly, a local favorite)
2. Salisbury Steak (delicious, grade-E meat)
3. Tacos (made the best taco salad ever)
4. Rotini with Meat Sauce (loved the supplemental salad, i.e. shredded lettuce, and the tea roll)
5. Meatball Hoagie (chips go on the hoagie)
"Big Plate Thursday" clearly dominates the winners.
Brother Joe will disagree and say that the Steak Hoagie should make the top five, but this is my blog, and what I say goes.
We do agree that Chili and Baked Potato Bar clearly fall into the category of "Most Underrated Lunch".
I think most of us who went to MCA appreciated the cheapness and the quality of the food we had for daily lunch. I know that when I'm shuffling over $6 in TigerDen now at UMemphis for Subway or Chick-Fil-A that I often would rather the high school food options and prices. And besides, what could be better than listening to "Mezz" and "Chez" read your menu over the televised morning news each day. Clearly, a good package deal if you ask me.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
The June Monsoon...
I am on "vacation" in my hometown, visiting the parents, family and the hometown friends. While usually anticipated for a good time of eating awesome favorite foods and taking in some fun and sun at my aunt and uncle's house, this vacation has already taken on a new theme. Ridiculousness is the theme.
For starters, Mother Nature has been a serious bitch to the northeast. Since arriving in PA last Thursday, it's rained just about every day since. Monday and Tuesday of this week, I swear it stopped raining for a good 12.8 seconds. That's not really fun considering everything I want to do is outside. It's also not fun that I failed to pack foot attire other than flip flops. Clearly, not helpful.
Every time I come home, my cousin Jen and I participate in our ritual of dinner and a movie. Last night, we planned to drive to Bloomsburg (30 minutes away) for dinner at Applebee's and a movie (closest movie theatre is in Bloomsburg). We figured since it was raining, this was a good way to at least have something to do.
On our drive to Bloomsburg, it poured and poured and we noticed potential flooding in different areas on the way. We arrived at Applebee's in one piece and figured we could eat a good meal, see the movie, then battle the rain home. At some point while eating dinner, a commotion ocurred at Applebee's. Our nice server, Mike, informed us that the only entrance/exit was starting to flood. Funny how there was barely a puddle there when we arrived an hour earlier. Funny how, also, SUVs were having difficulty getting out of the lot. Great, I thought. I had mom's car, clearly as low to the ground as possible, instead of my wonderful Santa Fe. While finishing our meal (and free dessert), the fire company had to come and help a car get out of the flooded entrance. Spectacular. My car just happened to be sitting in the middle of the parking lot where the waters were beginning to get higher from both sides. We had to get out of the lot, and we had to do so quick.
The Applebee's staff orchestrated a "ramp" so we could drive up onto a curb and get out on the highway and avoid getting flooded out in the entrance/exit. Jen manuevered the car over the ramp and onto the highway. We discovered, however, that driving into town, which is what we needed to get back to Mount Carmel, was not really an option. Everyone was driving away from town, towards us. We called my aunt and uncle who live outside Bloomsburg, explained our situation, and asked for directions to their house. Jen successfully completed the plan and we arrived safely at their house. We learned upon arrival that all roads into and out of Bloomsburg were closed and much of the quickest route to get home had areas of flooding. We camped out for the night.
Upon waking up today, we learned that much of central PA has been victim to the wrath of Mother Nature. My gram called it yesterday afternoon when she said, "This is like Hurricane Agnes and the flood of '72". Somehow, she anticipated this weather we were having could be the worst this area has seen in decades. She may just be right as the weather reports predict serious flooding tomorrow when the Susquehanna River crests. We also learned today that the easy routes home to Mount Carmel all had flood areas. Therefore, we had to drive to 20 minutes west of Bloomsburg to Hazleton and then drive south another hour to get home. Nothing like taking the scenic route.
I swear, though, at one point, Jen and I were pretty convinced the end of the world may be in sight. Either that, or it's time for the northeast to deal with the wrath of Mother Nature. She is seriously pissed about something.
One thing is certain, I apparently can't go for a month without being stuck in the middle of some ridiculous situation (last month: see crime scene debacle). The madness at the Applebee's parking lot made the local paper today... interesting how they could call someone in to take some pictures but couldn't find some way to help the customers and staff get out of the lot. Thank God the Applebee's staff had some creative thinking or I could just be floating away somewhere in Columbia County.
For starters, Mother Nature has been a serious bitch to the northeast. Since arriving in PA last Thursday, it's rained just about every day since. Monday and Tuesday of this week, I swear it stopped raining for a good 12.8 seconds. That's not really fun considering everything I want to do is outside. It's also not fun that I failed to pack foot attire other than flip flops. Clearly, not helpful.
Every time I come home, my cousin Jen and I participate in our ritual of dinner and a movie. Last night, we planned to drive to Bloomsburg (30 minutes away) for dinner at Applebee's and a movie (closest movie theatre is in Bloomsburg). We figured since it was raining, this was a good way to at least have something to do.
On our drive to Bloomsburg, it poured and poured and we noticed potential flooding in different areas on the way. We arrived at Applebee's in one piece and figured we could eat a good meal, see the movie, then battle the rain home. At some point while eating dinner, a commotion ocurred at Applebee's. Our nice server, Mike, informed us that the only entrance/exit was starting to flood. Funny how there was barely a puddle there when we arrived an hour earlier. Funny how, also, SUVs were having difficulty getting out of the lot. Great, I thought. I had mom's car, clearly as low to the ground as possible, instead of my wonderful Santa Fe. While finishing our meal (and free dessert), the fire company had to come and help a car get out of the flooded entrance. Spectacular. My car just happened to be sitting in the middle of the parking lot where the waters were beginning to get higher from both sides. We had to get out of the lot, and we had to do so quick.
The Applebee's staff orchestrated a "ramp" so we could drive up onto a curb and get out on the highway and avoid getting flooded out in the entrance/exit. Jen manuevered the car over the ramp and onto the highway. We discovered, however, that driving into town, which is what we needed to get back to Mount Carmel, was not really an option. Everyone was driving away from town, towards us. We called my aunt and uncle who live outside Bloomsburg, explained our situation, and asked for directions to their house. Jen successfully completed the plan and we arrived safely at their house. We learned upon arrival that all roads into and out of Bloomsburg were closed and much of the quickest route to get home had areas of flooding. We camped out for the night.
Upon waking up today, we learned that much of central PA has been victim to the wrath of Mother Nature. My gram called it yesterday afternoon when she said, "This is like Hurricane Agnes and the flood of '72". Somehow, she anticipated this weather we were having could be the worst this area has seen in decades. She may just be right as the weather reports predict serious flooding tomorrow when the Susquehanna River crests. We also learned today that the easy routes home to Mount Carmel all had flood areas. Therefore, we had to drive to 20 minutes west of Bloomsburg to Hazleton and then drive south another hour to get home. Nothing like taking the scenic route.
I swear, though, at one point, Jen and I were pretty convinced the end of the world may be in sight. Either that, or it's time for the northeast to deal with the wrath of Mother Nature. She is seriously pissed about something.
One thing is certain, I apparently can't go for a month without being stuck in the middle of some ridiculous situation (last month: see crime scene debacle). The madness at the Applebee's parking lot made the local paper today... interesting how they could call someone in to take some pictures but couldn't find some way to help the customers and staff get out of the lot. Thank God the Applebee's staff had some creative thinking or I could just be floating away somewhere in Columbia County.
Monday, June 26, 2006
All in the family...
This is a IM conversation between my cousin Jen and my brother Joe. While this was taking place, my parents and I were sitting in our living room watching baseball. It made for a worthwhile family moment of simple laughter. I share it only because it is a good reminder of the small moments that we often fail to appreciate fully.
jen: carol home?
joe: carol home
jen: what is she doin?
joe: not 1 thing at the moment
jen: alright
jen: ask her if we are still on for tomorrow?
joe: she is nodding in agreement
joe: r u going to meet or ????????
jen: huh
jen: meet where?
joe: she doesnt know the meeting procedure
jen: ooo
jen: well pam hasnt got back to me
jen: so its just me and her
jen: i only have work til 3
joe: what u want her to do
jen: movies are 445,725, and 945
jen: which would she prefer
joe: she has no preference
jen: unreal
joe: ha i know
jen: she did this im memphis lol
jen: so if you go visit her expect to make all the decisions
jen: :-)
joe: thats not good
joe: im bad at making decisions
jen: word
jen: im not too good either
jen: ask her if we are eatin at home or somewhere else?
joe: "up to her"
joe: hahahaa
jen: i hate her
joe: haaaaaaaaaa
jen: what are you doin tomorrowa?
joe: practice at 4
joe: if no rain = golf
jen: ic
joe: i guess she wants to know if ur coming home first or should she meet u in bloom
joe: but im just guessing, she didnt say, and shes worried what we r saying cuz i keep losing it
jen: hahaha
jen: bobo jr (a friend of our grandparents)
joe: well now she says she will pick u up at 5ish and u will go to applebee's
jen: o really
jen: who died and put her in charge
joe: scribbs died and left her in charge (also a friend of our grandparents)
jen: as did Bobo Sr (another friend of the grandparents)
joe: butch said bumba (i have no idea)
joe: we forgot bumba
jen: yea we did
jen: i saw picky the other day (a friend of our gradnparents)
joe: gram used to call ur mom bumba (true story)
jen: he was walkin up the street sideways (picky did in fact do this)
jen: he was on his was to mucca's house (another real friend)
joe: my dad said scribbs wife was the georgia peach (true story)
jen: unreal
jen: as in blanch from the golden girls?
joe: my dad told me once that uncle yonk was called yonku bc he spilled something in the bar and pap said "you yonku you" (yes, we call our uncle "yonk")
jen: hahahaha
jen: i think i heard that before
joe: probably
jen: alright
jen: im peacin out
jen: im tired
jen: gotta get up early
joe: alrighty
joe: is the plan settled?
jen: 5ish
jen: got it
joe: alrighty
joe: cyaaaaaaaaa pickey
jen: word up Joe "the dolly guy" (also a true friend of the grandparents. he brought deliveries of kegs using a dolly to their bar and would often give us "rides" on the dolly)
jen: carol home?
joe: carol home
jen: what is she doin?
joe: not 1 thing at the moment
jen: alright
jen: ask her if we are still on for tomorrow?
joe: she is nodding in agreement
joe: r u going to meet or ????????
jen: huh
jen: meet where?
joe: she doesnt know the meeting procedure
jen: ooo
jen: well pam hasnt got back to me
jen: so its just me and her
jen: i only have work til 3
joe: what u want her to do
jen: movies are 445,725, and 945
jen: which would she prefer
joe: she has no preference
jen: unreal
joe: ha i know
jen: she did this im memphis lol
jen: so if you go visit her expect to make all the decisions
jen: :-)
joe: thats not good
joe: im bad at making decisions
jen: word
jen: im not too good either
jen: ask her if we are eatin at home or somewhere else?
joe: "up to her"
joe: hahahaa
jen: i hate her
joe: haaaaaaaaaa
jen: what are you doin tomorrowa?
joe: practice at 4
joe: if no rain = golf
jen: ic
joe: i guess she wants to know if ur coming home first or should she meet u in bloom
joe: but im just guessing, she didnt say, and shes worried what we r saying cuz i keep losing it
jen: hahaha
jen: bobo jr (a friend of our grandparents)
joe: well now she says she will pick u up at 5ish and u will go to applebee's
jen: o really
jen: who died and put her in charge
joe: scribbs died and left her in charge (also a friend of our grandparents)
jen: as did Bobo Sr (another friend of the grandparents)
joe: butch said bumba (i have no idea)
joe: we forgot bumba
jen: yea we did
jen: i saw picky the other day (a friend of our gradnparents)
joe: gram used to call ur mom bumba (true story)
jen: he was walkin up the street sideways (picky did in fact do this)
jen: he was on his was to mucca's house (another real friend)
joe: my dad said scribbs wife was the georgia peach (true story)
jen: unreal
jen: as in blanch from the golden girls?
joe: my dad told me once that uncle yonk was called yonku bc he spilled something in the bar and pap said "you yonku you" (yes, we call our uncle "yonk")
jen: hahahaha
jen: i think i heard that before
joe: probably
jen: alright
jen: im peacin out
jen: im tired
jen: gotta get up early
joe: alrighty
joe: is the plan settled?
jen: 5ish
jen: got it
joe: alrighty
joe: cyaaaaaaaaa pickey
jen: word up Joe "the dolly guy" (also a true friend of the grandparents. he brought deliveries of kegs using a dolly to their bar and would often give us "rides" on the dolly)
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