Non-Gaming Stories

Way back on June 2nd of this year, my wife and I were driving through Missouri . We stopped for gas and Road snacks at the T-Ref Mart in Lathrop. Within, we made a glorious discovery... the T-Rex Chomper. This simple snack is, to the untrained eye, a dill pickle spear wrapped in a slice of ham. We nearly purchased this seemingly divine culinary delight, refraining only when she remembered the Potential Threat of Listeria lunchmeat poses to pregnant women and unborn babies. We spent two and a half months haunted by this decision (especially since we learned that the threat is so small that it barely constitutes a threat at all). We made our own at home with slices of Black Forest Ham, Jalapeños, and Dill or bread and butter pickles but thoughts of the Real T-Rex Chompers continued to taunt us. Until last night... Last night we once again found ourselves at the T-Rex Mart in Lathrop. I picked and purchased a four pack of Chompers. I popped the lid,...

Things always happen in threes… Celebrities always die in threes… A-B-C, 1-2-3… Peter, Paul, and Mary… The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost… Stop, Drop, and Roll… 3, 5, and 10 (see what I did there?) are psychologically satisfying numbers.   If something doesn’t come in one of those increments, it messes with our heads and while some may argue to include the Number 4 in that list, Chicken McNuggets and the Beatles are not enough to establish a precedent – at least not for me. I have a theory that this psychological need extends to the food we eat.   Take for example, the Cheeseburger.   Available from any number of fast food eateries, it has become ubiquitous with American culture.   They come with a variety of toppings, a wide assortment of breads, cheeses, and different blends of meat.   But let’s say, just for a moment, that you don’t want all of those toppings.   Let’s say that all you want on your burger is pickles.   You...