It seems the most popular treat this week has got to be blood. Bowling Green is one big Blood Buffet.
These damn mosquitoes are eating us alive. If you can show me one person without a bite I will show you a person who hasn't gone outside in a week. I had to stop wearing sandals because my feet and ankles seem to be a delicacy among the mosquitoes. I also have some pretty tasty flesh on the back of my neck, dang skeeters be drilling there like it's Saudi Arabia.
Itching, Malaria, Yellow Fever, Encephalitis, West Nile, Avian Bird Flu and death.
It's bad enough that Bowling Green is a swamp, a Mosquito cesspool but I've never seen a truck drive around and spray for them at night.
Where I am from, a truck used to come out at night and spray chemicals in the air to manage the swarms of bloodsuckers. According to Kent Reichert, public works supervisor and city worker for 22 and a half years, Bowling Green hasn't sprayed for mosquitoes for quite a while but does use a doughnut type device that gets tossed into standing water when mosquito levels are high. The doughnut defense doesn't seem to be doing a very great job, maybe we should learn from our neighbor, Toledo, and spray for some skeeters.
So if you see me out this weekend, don't ask me what fragrance I'm wearing because the answer is clear. Mosquito repellent baby, a dab behind each ear.
Yesterday, after watching the Buckeyes beat on Akron, I went over to the Black Swamp Arts Festival to get some lunch from one of the many vendors. As soon as I got there I saw a friend of mine stumbling out of the festival. I told him I was getting some food and he strongly recomended the Gator Basket.
At first, I thought "Oh sweet, I've never had gator before, and how appropriate for the Black
Swamp," and then I started having second thoughts, and thought of three solid reasons why I shouldn't get the fried gator bites.
1. I hate alligators. They are cold blooded, cold hearted reptiles that kill people all the time.
2.It probably tastes like a swamp or an aquarium.
3.I am still sour about the Gator's dual NCAA championship victories last year.
And then my good companion opened my eyes. All of the reasons I hade for not eating the gator are the real reasons why I should eat the gator.
I should eat the gator for all the alligator biten victims in the world. I should bite back and not let my prejudices stand in the way of exploring new tastes. So I ordered the Gator Basket.
Sure enough it didn't taste like the Everglades, it was really pretty good. Yeah, most things fried do taste good and I would hate to say it tastes like chicken, but alligator meat really does taste like chicken, chewy chicken.
So eating the gator didn't just taste good, it felt good too.
I would like to think of myself as a food authority or a connoisseur, but really I am just a guy who enjoys food and most of all, writing about food. I was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio and recently moved to Lake Leelanua, Mich. During the summers, I cook at a restaurant in historic Fishtown, Mich. where I became a foodie. One time I prepared a medium cheddar burger for Iron Chef Mario Batali, and he definitely shook my hand and told me how great it was. I figure maybe he was just being kind, but regardless, somebody enjoyed my food and a complement to the chef is the highest reward of cooking. So just like Mario enjoyed my burger, I hope my readers will derive just as much enjoyment out of reading my blog.