Long Distance Cravings

Tea: Blood Orange, iced.

Music: Chicago, "25 or 6 to 4"

Time: Evening.

Apologies for the lapse. The leg went bad again yesterday, although it's doing better today.

I got a "You need to hear this" call today. For the next few minutes, I listened to the recitation of the menu from a Jamaican food stand in New York. (This kind of thing happens to me on a fairly regular basis.)

And you know what? Now I want street food, too.

I want the carnitas you can get from the stands in Liberal, Kansas. I want Mexican ice cream (grape, please) from Puerto Anapra. I want fried fish from the truck that used to set up outside my old office.

And boy, do I ever want jerk chicken, escoveitched fish and beef feet from a stand in New York ...