You are how you eat.

We are now called the Providence House Think Tank.  Our mission is to think deep thoughts so you don't have to.  To give you an idea of our ruminations we designed, with the help of several government-funded studies (thank you tax payers!), an accessible pie chart to show our diverse and non-discriminatory thought topics.

Clearly, food is an important topic.  We think about it pretty darn near constantly.  Some of us even dream of new recipes at night.  Food is, after all, one of the things that makes life worth living, right? and the Think Tank is all about finding new ways to live the Good Life in all its aspects, so that we can share it with you.  

    So we devoted an entire evening to food.  

We didn't exactly plan it that way.  It all began when we went to Fort Worth to visit our friend Joe, the Historian from the lost city of Atlanta, and we ran into some difficulties about where to dine.  Most of the difficulties arose because of Beamish Boy and his persnickety attitude toward evening engagements.  After mulling over several options, we decided that Central Market would be our best choice.  Yes, it's a grocery store, but it offers the best grazing in town (Sam's Club and Costco don't quite fit the bill for a special occasion).

     We arrived a little early for fashionable dining, so we had a delightful cocktail hour wandering through the different food departments and sampling the diverse fare.  Our beer list comprised an entire refrigerator section of malted glory.  After a while, the samples proving only to arouse rather than appease hunger, we moved toward the round plate glass shrine of foods, circling like hungry pilgrims in a cathedral ambulatory.  We had to circle a few times, due to the great variety of tastiness on display, before deciding on sandwiches.  A few minutes later, we were outside, happily enjoying delicious sandwiches and the newest thing from the New Belgium brewery.  Many great conversation points later, we re-entered the market and emerged with refreshing gelato in a rainbow of colors.  All this was sans waitstaff, which was even better.  Sure, we had to bus our own table, but it was well worth it not to have to deal with lackluster service.  

   Many people at this point would have considered it a job well done and returned home.  Not so the Thinkers.  The night was young.  So, we went to the newest nightclub in town, a place run by people in Hawaiian shirts.  That's right, you guessed it: it was that hip happenin' hangout, Trader Joe's.  We stayed till closing time; the music was just that good, and the strawberry lemonade samples flowed freely.  Unfortunately, Beamish Boy is a party pooper in the fullest sense of the word, and our evening was dramatically cut short.

On reflection, we realize that our Night on the Town mainly consisted in a form of legalized petty shoplifting.  We know this is generally frowned upon as a characteristic of a certain class of society who dwell in homes distinguished by their mobility.  Our conclusion to this profound thought?  Maybe there is double fun in a double wide.

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Update: breaking news!  Jub Jub got caught!  JK, we don't like Redi-Whip THAT much.