Where in the World is Breadchick?

Sorry for the lack of posts the last week and a few days.

That pesky job that pays the flour bill has been a bit hectic again and when you combine the crazy job with a two day business trip that turned into three because of canceled flights, rental car blues, and one long road trip from Kitchener, Ontario to NYC, you have silence here at The Sour Dough.

Despite the hassles of travel at the end of the week, there are a few redeeming food related incidents to report. I had Weedhopper with me for this trip and, since he is as much of a food lover as I am, our free time was spent searching out food that was interesting and tasty.

This trip that meant introducing Weedhopper to the joys of eating a perfectly prepared juicy steak of good Canadian beef from Alberta, the finer points of maple crullers at Tim Hortons, and proper hash browns, country ham and the best waffles on earth at that place I fondly refer to as the red neck version of Denny's, Waffle House; not to mention the damn fine wings we had at the airport hotel in Buffalo where we regaled the bar with crazy stories about life on the road as audio engineers.

While none of that, Alberta beef excepting, is haute cuisine, sometimes stick to your ribs comfort food is just what a body needs; especially when the trip has taken on all the appearances of a sequel of "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles".

Because at the end of the day, when you roll into your hotel room at 2am sans half your luggage that the airline has "misplaced" and have to get up a few hours later to try and catch yet another flight home, what you really need isn't a salad and no fat turkey sandwich from the room service menu but the triple stack of chocolate chip pancakes lightly dusted with powdered sugar and a side of sausage links from the 24 hour IHOP right next door.