Listening to: Shower the People
Thought for the day: This is Lawrence. This is Lawrence, Kansas. Is there anybody there? Anybody at all? ~ The Day After
The image in the movie takes us to Lawrence, Texas. It’s 1983. A nuclear attack has commenced and a mushroom cloud is slowing taking shape in the background. In the foreground, a woman stands frozen with pee trickling down her leg. Can you name the movie? It is The Day After. I saw it when I was 16. Like a blood-sucking vampire, it drained my sense of security completely out of me. I didn’t sleep for three days. My dad decided to intervene. He picked me up from school during my lunch period and took me to eat at the local mom and pop Italian restaurant (Nick’s if you know Costa Mesa, CA). I ordered fried mozzarella. We’re not talking cheese sticks. We’re talking a giant hunk ‘o fresh mozzarella……….deep fried. It was one of the best things I have ever eaten. While I was in a complete state of mozzarella euphoria, my dad tactically discussed the reality of nuclear war (he was heavily involved with the Department of Defense at the time so I trusted him). I’m not sure if the mozzarella was really THAT good or if having my Dad disarm my fears so effortlessly made it that good.
Anyway, since that moment so long ago, I’ve tried to find fried mozzarella that compares. The closest I have come is what is in today’s photo. This fried mozzarella comes from Gondola House . Yes these are cheese sticks and not a giant ball, but they are made out of fresh mozzarella and I, Princess Oreo Mozzarella, can tell! I had to miss my Wednesday Night Dinner Club outing, so I decided to go pick some of these babies up for dinner. They may not be as good as Nick’s fried mozzarella, but they’re good enough to help me relive a treasured moment.