I beseech thee, oh bakers of bread, slicers of meats, suppliers of groceries, upon thy honor to apprentice thyself to a Jersey baker, deli worker, and grocery supplier.
Why doest thou not slice deli meats so thinly? Learn ye to slice thy fineries onion-paper thin. Why doest thou not stock the very same American cheese as is found in so great a land as New Jersey? Learn ye to cultivate cheese with such flavor. Why doest thou not carry Ambrosia rolls and pork roll? Learn ye to discover such delicacies of life. Mayn'st thou not develop independent bakeries as fine as McMillan's? Learn ye to mold and icing with such panache.
How now, chefs? Get thee to an Italian home!
Oh, creators of ravioli and lasagna, wherefore art thou, pasta makers? Do not deny thy father and mother but bringest them and make thy way to the desolate land of Dallas. Or, if thou will not, I will again attempt to persuade mine husband to traverse to the Garden State--garden indeed in land and comestibles.
(To eat or not to eat, there is no question. Whether 'tis nobler to clog mine arteries with panzarottis or fast from God's treats. To eat, perchance to have high cholesterol; aye, there's the rub!)
I beg of thee, Wawa's, to set up shop in the south! Oh, how we needest thine expertise! Oh, how I mourn the loss of hoagies.
I thank thee, ye suppliers who understand the necessity of introducsing such delectables to the land of the hungry--items such as Breyer's ice cream, Entenmann's pastries (especially chocolate-covered donuts, which no longer carry partially hydrogenated oil), and Tastykake specialties. I sing thy praises, Fred's Philly Cheesesteaks on 15th Street, ye who provideth me with the glory of Philly, shipping daily for my delight. How you thrill in caring for those in your charge.
I beseech thee, Dallas, discover the pleasures of South Jersey foods!
And while you're out pleading with them to make decent cold cuts, bread, and the like, could you please also beg them on my behalf to PLEASE learn to make a decent pizza. OY!
After living in Texas for a while, I thought I lost my taste for pizza.
Not so much.
I lost my taste for bad pizza. But bring on the good stuff! (Ate pizza too in Jersey this trip.)
I've never heard of a WaWa - but from this it makes me think I must be missing out on something good.
Never had the stuff...how funny.
Just dropping by to say hello!
Cheers.
I will never again take for granted the riches I have in my own backyard. :) A friend of mine moved from South Jersey to Nashville. She forces her parents to smuggle WaWa onto every flight.
A familiar scenario.
My husband (who's not from Jersey) had a conference in Philly. I instructed him to stop at WaWa's right before the flight to get me a hoagie. He thought I was crazy, but he did it all the same.
This absolutely thrilled my soul. Will have to feature it in a list of cool stuff in the network that is going online in moments.
Oh, Heather are you sure you want the temptations?
I few years ago, our local paper did a wonderful series on Finding the Best Cheesesteaks in the area. Best use of investigative journalism EVER.
monica, now headed to her local supermarket where she will have access to all yummy Jersey treats
Yes, I'm sure.
And how can one get that job?
I love Jim's in Philly for cheesesteaks. I loved Franco's for panzarottis, but they closed. This time, we went to a place in Hammonton. I forget the name, but yummy!
Get some yummy treats for me!
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