A Substack Letters series between Mark Dykeman (How About This) and Julie Falatko (Do The Work) about childhood influences (aka favorite foods and snacks) on creative work as an adult
Whoa whoa whoa on the Dixie Lee slander there, Mark, the northern New Brunswickers will come for you. They have loyalty to specific franchises too (I’ve been told the Tracadie one is the best, but the Chatham one two blocks away is a lot more convenient for me).
I miss mini sips. They lasted well into the 2000s, a favourite with all, a high value item to barter at lunch. The lemonade one was my favourite.
And is it too early to eat more chicken bones? I love them.
I think there is great DL variability - Miramichi has the best ones, but the further south, it becomes sketchier. Will try the one in Sussex for science.
Very cool to see the little sips! Juice in a plastic bag! Seems like the kind of thing I would have loved is a child. But Chicken Bones?! What an unappetizing name.
We had a Wendy's chain over here (UK) for a while, and I really liked their fish sandwiches. But they couldn't compete with the other chains. I stopped eating fast so-called food a long time ago. It used to be savoury, but now is sweet. I remember the first time I went to the USA there was a chain called Big Boy, and what astonished me was the size of the mannequin outside! In East London there used to be a huge Jewish population and there was a Kosher Wimpy Bar that sold delicious food. Alas it went a very long time ago. Just as well from the point of view of my waistline. I LOVE MacDonalds milkshakes, but am not allowed to have them. In fact, I always know if a food item is bad for me: all I have to do is like it, and it is. Anyway, congrats for writing such an in-depth article on this topic: I wouldn't have thought it possible 😂
I'm working on my letter now, but alas, I won't be covering Bob's Big Boy. There were some of those in Pennsylvania, where I went to college, and that statue outside (the big boy that belongs to Bob, I'm assuming) is startling. And nightmare fuel.
Whoa whoa whoa on the Dixie Lee slander there, Mark, the northern New Brunswickers will come for you. They have loyalty to specific franchises too (I’ve been told the Tracadie one is the best, but the Chatham one two blocks away is a lot more convenient for me).
I miss mini sips. They lasted well into the 2000s, a favourite with all, a high value item to barter at lunch. The lemonade one was my favourite.
And is it too early to eat more chicken bones? I love them.
I prefer to think of my DL comments as extremely mild praise.
I've got to say that your description of Dixie Lee did not make me want to run over and try it.
I think there is great DL variability - Miramichi has the best ones, but the further south, it becomes sketchier. Will try the one in Sussex for science.
“It would be Ganong’s!” That ad jingle still plays through this Maine-girl’s brain at random moments.
Very cool to see the little sips! Juice in a plastic bag! Seems like the kind of thing I would have loved is a child. But Chicken Bones?! What an unappetizing name.
And yet they continue to sell.
We had a Wendy's chain over here (UK) for a while, and I really liked their fish sandwiches. But they couldn't compete with the other chains. I stopped eating fast so-called food a long time ago. It used to be savoury, but now is sweet. I remember the first time I went to the USA there was a chain called Big Boy, and what astonished me was the size of the mannequin outside! In East London there used to be a huge Jewish population and there was a Kosher Wimpy Bar that sold delicious food. Alas it went a very long time ago. Just as well from the point of view of my waistline. I LOVE MacDonalds milkshakes, but am not allowed to have them. In fact, I always know if a food item is bad for me: all I have to do is like it, and it is. Anyway, congrats for writing such an in-depth article on this topic: I wouldn't have thought it possible 😂
You should definitely check out Julie's upcoming letter on the topic!
It's making me feel hungry, and I've not long had breakfast!
I'm working on my letter now, but alas, I won't be covering Bob's Big Boy. There were some of those in Pennsylvania, where I went to college, and that statue outside (the big boy that belongs to Bob, I'm assuming) is startling. And nightmare fuel.
Indeed! The one I saw was in LA. Not sure if it's still there.
There is nothing that beats a grape or orange Mini-Sip on a hot day. Ah, the taste of industry and childhood.