clayhornik | How very Eastern European

Last night for dinner we stopped at a diner in Greencastle PA. Nothing spectacular, in fact, in terms of quality to cost ratio, we would have been better off going to Denny's. That said, I enjoyed it. I had a breaded veal cutlet that was slightly overdone with sauerkraut, pickled beets and a pickled egg. Perry was surprised at my choice- I usually go for chicken sandwich and fries- he even commented on the Eastern Europeanness of it.

I actually chose the beets as a side first and built the meal around them. Moving away from Tidewater has allowed me to... consider changes that I wouldn't have thought of, trapped in twenty plus years of pattern and repetition and beets were a good step. I usually avoid them because my initial introduction was under the impression as a child was that I was eating a cranberry product. Not the same taste profile. I wasn't sure what to expect flavor wise, but o knew what I wasn't expecting so it worked out. The pickled egg, pickled with the beets, on the otherhand, was kind of odd. Hardboiled, I've had scores of those, right? I sliced it in half and could see the purple pink color in the white. Perry looked at it skeptically, I could tell he was wondering just how old it was. I sprinkled it with salt, as one does, and ate it.

No ill effects as yet.

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