It all begins with an idea…or a feeling
New city. Same feeling.
Once again, we pull into another port and all I can think about is food. Being deployed on a US Navy warship, I look forward to care packages rather than standing in line for the same daily meals. Tuesday’s are taco’s. Wednesday’s are burgers. Thursday’s are Italian and Friday’s are Cordon Bleu, but today is different. Today we have liberty call.
OH LIBERTY!
Unfortunately I don’t know where to begin. New city, but same feeling every time I step off board. Where can I get some good food?
Fast forward, I’m disappointed. Maybe, because I miss mom’s cooking. Or maybe, I’m just tired of the same commercial restaurants waiting outside the pier.
The feeling of hunger not ever being satisfied, must stop. So I called my cousin Desha and said “I have an idea.”
FOOMINGO.