World's First Cross-Blogination

Sometimes, one has tons and tons of stuff to talk about on a blog, and sometimes, you hit a dry spell where nothing in your life feels like it’s worthy to be written about. You look for idea everywhere you can, and hence, sometimes you get to read about miscellaneous things.

Today, you get to experience the first ever Blog Cross-Pollination.

In reading my cyber-friend Ami’s Blog, I got inspired. She’s a Cyber friend in that, I’ve never met Ami, found her site through a link off of my buddy Rubber Legs’ Blog. Her stories are funny and original; she loves Otis and Paddington, and apparently exercises quite a bit.

You’ll need to visit her Blog, and read her Texas French Bread Adventure if you’re going to get the full Cross-Pollination effect, or should I call it Cross-Blogination?

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I never knew how much crossover there was between French and Texan sandwiches. Ami experienced it first hand yesterday. I have driven by those Texas French Bread stores she talks about many times, but never gone inside.

Texas is exuberantly popular with sandwiches. So much so, that the popularity and richness of our sammiches (like we like to call them here) has grown to other states, neighboring countries and even across the pond.

In 2003, Marla and I went to France to follow a few stages of the Tour de France in the Pyrenees. It was the year that Lance won his 5th one. You know, the one where he got very dehydrated on the time trial and almost lost the whole tour?

- Incidentally, we were at that stage, and it was indeed a very hot day. We stood out in the sun all afternoon watching the cyclists go by every 2-3 minutes, and were quite dehydrated by the time the whole thing was over around 5pm. That specific day, we didn’t have to go climb up a mountain (remember, I just said it was a time trial), and I got hungry around 3’ish. So I walked over to one of the very few vendors selling food and drinks. They worked out of a trailer that had been outfitted like a mini Sandwich store. Anyway, I asked for a sandwich, and the guy just said, “Sorry we’re closed.”

The guys had dozens of baguettes behind him, but for some reason, he had decided he was done making sandwiches. Typical French. No wonder the rest of the world thinks they’re weird. Perfect opportunity to cash in BIG TIME, and he’s not selling any more.

Anyway, that was a damn hot day, I can understand how Lance got dehydrated. -

(Back to the story) So this other day over there, we walked by one of their cafés, and wouldn’t you know it… this French café in France had the ever popular Tex-Mex sandwich.

You know, the one we all eat here in Texas several times a week! The world famous Tex-Mex Sandwich!!!



For those of you that don’t read French, I want to confirm that this sandwich does indeed offer:

- Tomato Sauce
- Chicken
- Lettuce
- Tomato
- Onion

Ok, enough kidding around…

Can someone tell me how the hell they got a TEX-MEX sandwich out of that???