Road Trip: Blogged (Day...???)

Is there anything more sacred than the food that sustains an auto-bound American? I don't think so. 

Tiffany and I planned a combo of junk and healthy food for our trip, but we ran out of time to prepare or purchase the healthy stuff. In fact, we wouldn't have had time to buy the junk food either (see this previousRoad Trip post about our botched return flight from vacation), but for a moment of hyperopic genius (see same previous post).

The airline that left us stranded last week in Mexico with a leaky engine put us up at no charge in an all-inclusive hotel, so Tiffany and I ate breakfast there Friday morning before the rescheduled flight. But when we got to the airport, the airline also gave us each $10 vouchers to use at one of the restaurants. We weren't hungry and didn't need a snack for the flight (we'd managed to squirrel away two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at the hotel despite signs throughout the buffet to "Please Do Not Take Food Off the Premises."). We looked at each other dejectedly considering the loss of someone else's money. And then...

"Babe," I said, nudging her in the ribs. "Do you think we have to use these at a restaurant?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, can we use them at the little stores that sell books and snacks!"

"You want snacks for the flight? We have our PBs!"

I rolled my eyes.

"No, I want snacks for our road trip! They've got tons of junk food in there!"

Tiffany burst out laughing.

"Ohhhhhh... you want to go shopping in the airport!"

She paused. I could see the wheels in her brain turning as she considered how much time we had between our arrival in SF and our friends' wedding.

"Okay, let's go!"

Tiffany's dad, a master of efficiency (see this previousRoad Trip blog post), was impressed.

  

Gary likes to shop locally too. At our first stop in Nevada, he came back from the gas station announcing he'd decided to try a "local snack." I was worried. I'd heard that on a road trip with Tiffany's sister Melody, Gary purchased "Buffalo Chips." Made to look like bison poop, they actually were a very interesting combination of potato chips and chocolate (Gary mailed us some for Christmas).

In Nevada, Gary held up a bag of Sabritones, a chile and lime "puffed wheat" snack. They were "hecho in Mexico." Also, they were disgusting.