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Yes, you heard right clam pizza. I decided that during my trip to Connecticut I was going to eat as much regional food as possible and expand my palate. I love clams, and I love pizza, so why not.
A creamy Alfredo sauce was used instead of tomato and bacon topped off the cheese. It was very good. So when in Connecticut, don’t just try the clam chowder, but try the clam pizza.
I have lived in three distinct areas of the United States, Connecticut, Oklahoma and Nebraska. Each region has a regional dialect and slang for various words. We all know of the nationwide debate between pop, soda, and Coke but there are many other traditions.
I grew up eating “grinders”, pictured above from People’s Choice in East Hartford, but in the Midwest these are called “Submarine” sandwiches, or Subs. The latest made popular by Subway restaurants. In other areas of the country hoagie is the preferred name for a toasted sandwich on a bun.
What’s in a name anyways, what is the history and origin? Garzelli’s restaurant has a theory.
The biggest difference I see is the amount of meat. In Connecticut, the meat comes first and foremost and it’s piled high. At Subway you would never see this much meat.
The definition is as follows:
“A long French or Italian-style bread loaf, filled with meats and cheeses, topped with an assortment of lettuce, peppers, pickles – whatever – with a vinaigrette dressing or mayo.”
So what do you call it: Grinder, Sub, Hoagie, Poor Boy, Hero? Or maybe something entirely different.
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Ah Friendly’s ice cream, it’s been too long. As all my friends know I’m just a little obsessive about Friendly’s, so when my friend Jodi found out I had not made a Friendly’s run since being in Connecticut, she was amazed. It had been been five days! She became determined, that no matter how busy we were returning tag sale tables, a take out order to go was mandatory.
We went up to the counter and she asked, “Are you going to get ice cream? (eye roll) silly question, of course you are..”
I combined my two passions, Friendly’s Sundae with Chips Ahoy Cookies for a topping.
We reached the car and as I took out my camera I said, “You know what I’m going to do next don’t you?”
Jodi just laughed and helped me pose my cup properly. I love my friends, they support my obsessions and habits
My Mother-in-law makes great home made ice cream, part of the fun is the cranking on a hot summer day. But like Friendly’s ice cream taste best when there is fun and memories involved. How many of you remember making home made ice cream? It’s become quite popular not.
It’s amazing how in just one country the vocabulary can be so different. For instance I had a Giant “Tag” Sale in Connecticut where in Massachusetts, and the Midwest it would be called a “Garage” Sale.
My primary purpose of going to East Hartford Connecticut was to empty my Mothers house and get it ready for sale. I never intended to have an “estate” sale, but a very good friend suggested her sister who was starting an estate agent business and said she would help out.
So out of the closets and out of the basement came more and more items. My Mom collected everything from cookie jars to nutcrackers and commemorative plates. Anyone interested in some Princess Diana memorabilia? What about an Apollo 11 Poster from 1969. What about Batman Action Figures in original packaging?
Many items we didn’t put out for sale as they needed to be photographed, inventoried, and offered to collectors, but the cookies jars they went out on the “Yard Sale”. What is your name for a sale to sell all your junk, or precious items?
My apologies for being away so long. In the past three weeks I have sent my youngest son off to Marine boot camp, and took a trip to Connecticut to empty and clean my Mothers house so it could be sold. A side trip to recover from such an endeavor was to Block Island, RI.
So be prepared for several postings per day until I catch up.
I had ten days to completely empty and catalog the belongings of my Mothers house, she passed in January, and it would not have been possible without a small army of wonderful friends who gave their time and friendship during my stay. Looking back on the pictures it was a huge undertaking, but we had a wonderful time, laughed and strengthened friendships that will last for a lifetime.
After the house was empty I rewarded myself with a four day trip to Block Island, Rhode Island for a “girls weekend”, a trip that was twenty years in the making. Here is a sneak preview.
