I am bloggin from Iowa. I think I mentioned that my mom and I came back to participate in a woman’s conference at the church I grew up in. All I can say is thank God for name tags, cause there were a whole lot of people there who knew me and all sorts of things about me that all just frankly looked like “that little old lady from church.”
I don’t have much occasion to come “home” these days. My parents don’t live here anymore and I don’t keep in close touch with anyone from my hometown. I haven’t been back here in probably 3 or 4 years and I was amazed at how many things had changed. Thankfully the important 3 hadn’t. Those being Taylor’s Maid-Rite, Zeno’s Pizza and Taco John’s. You know how that place you grew up in has those restaurants that you can’t find anywhere else. You swear they do things better than anyone else ever could until you bring home your spouse and they look at you and say,”yeah, so, it’s a bunch of loose hamburger on a bun.” That’s blasphemy!!
The 2 of my readers from here know I am referring to Taylor’s Maid-Rite. Click over please and look at that sandwich. It is heaven on a bun. Not to be confused with a Krispy Kreme which is a little bit of heaven with a hole in the middle. Taylor’s was my first job in high school. The upside, free maid-rites on your shift. The downside, your could not get the onion smell off your hands after working a shift. The bigger downside, onion on your hands smells strangely like B.O. Which is exactly what every 15 year old girl longs to smell like. And one year we got these nylon jackets that said Maid-rite on the back. It’s really quite amazing I dated in high school.
A trip home is never complete without a run to Taylor’s to get 2 maid-rites with mustard, extra pickle and a strawberry shake. Just writing it makes me drool a little. So imagine my dismay when having spent a considerable amount of time talking about the deliciousness that is a Taylor’s maid-rite (by the way, it must be Taylor’s, others try to call themselves maid-rites, but that is just like drinking Boone’s Farm and calling it Dom Perignon) and my fabulous fiance isn’t all that impressed. I looked down at that beautiful diamond and really had to think about how much I loved that man. Obviously, I decided I loved him more than a maid-rite. For a while there it was a close call.
So imagine my delight when a year into our marriage we stumble upon a documentary on PBS detailing the top sandwiches in America (seriously, could we be any cooler?). Guess what made the list? And you know PBS only puts out high, high quality programing (Barney, Teletubbies, etc). So I felt vindicated.
I am pretty sure this post is of no interest to anyone but me, cause honestly what do you care about some sandwich that I love. But it’s purpose is two-fold. First, I would love to hear what place in your hometown is “that” place for you. You just can’t go home without stopping by to get that taste you truly can’t get anywhere else. Second, it is an attempt to appease my aunt S. who seems to feel as though I slighted Iowa with one of my earlier posts inferring that there were no reasons to come to Iowa. I would like to amend that statement and say Iowa is a wonderful place to live and visit. Especially if you want a little heaven in a bun. And now, I’m off to Zeno’s pizza or as I like to call it heaven in a square piece of pizza.