Gas Station Cuisine

摘要

Off the beaten path, never seeming to make it into the fancy magazines that advertise the cultural heritage and antiquity of the South is the rural gas station. Usually giving optional meanings to the term "gas station," these remote outposts of culinary delight and deceptions arethe oasis that appears on the shimmering horizon, beckoning to the hungry forester. Most timberland tracts in the South are still out in the "sticks." Those tracts that were close to town have already been paved and changed into a Walmart. The forester,having spent all morning in the woods cruising timber, marking boundary lines, slapping the water trying to catch a rogue beaver, or practicing his dance moves on top of a ground bees' nest, finds a break in his schedule and an opportunity to test out the air conditioning in his truck. Now comes lunch and a chance to not be in the woods. Brown-bagging it may be an option at times, but after a morning of slapping, stinging, and staring at trees, you need a break. Thus, the hunt for lunch begins.