Odd. There's often one or two meals you can never forget. For me, there was this, well, chicken pie baked in a gouda cheese round I had in a little restaurant in Oranjstaad on my honeymoon, and some pork back barbecue I had at a roadside stand in some indeterminate point between Malbork and Bialystok, Poland in 1997. Every so often, I'll tell my wife, remember that time...

I love food, but I've never become that attached to a particular meal. Oh well, different strokes. (By the way, we make a killer golubke with veggie crumbles instead of meat.)

I think of taking a neighborhood cat and dunking it in water.

I love food, but I've never become that attached to a particular meal. Oh well, different strokes. (By the way, we make a killer golubke with veggie crumbles instead of meat.)

I have a few meals that were memerable, mostly tied to other events.

Vegas gets two: a cole slaw at the Las Vegas Hilton back in the mid-90's. It was to die for. To this day, each time I'm offered cole slaw, I long for what I had for lunch that day at a press buffet at the Hilton.

The Alpine Village Inn: this was across the street from the Hilton back in the mid-90's. Their roasted duck was so mouth-watering. I've not had much duck since (Calif. Pizza Kitchen had a pizza with duck on it that came really close), but it's the same thing. When I hear about a duck meal, I think of that one. Of course, we were with good friends at the time and it was a good time for all.

New England Clam Chowder: at a little eatery in Newport, RI. It was made fresh each day and the first day I went there, it was all gone. I made plans to go back the next day earlier and enjoyed the best clam chowder I've ever had. And each time I have chowder, I compare it to the best.

Oh, they'll just love you in Poland for that.

(Calif. Pizza Kitchen had a pizza with duck on it that came really close),

Hence our arrival at eating organic, free-range meat. I feel emotionally better about it, and he feels unscientifically safer about it.

With this logic, you should prefer road kill.

However, now that it's fashionable to eat organic, and the huge corporations have realized there is money to be made in that market, the USDA is looking at "revising" organic standards. Which means that soon, since the government seems to work for those big corporations, organic will mean nothing at all; and if I want well-fed, well-cared for beef, I'll have to cram a cow into my condo's finished basement. Hope the horse doesn't mind.

Reminds me vaguely of the scene in Everything is Illuminated (book - haven't seen the movie)