When I was fueling my car up this morning, I decided to fuel
my body as well – so I go inside the gas station for a Lo Carb Monster of
course.
Well as I am on my way to the counter, I smell something
incredible.
This delicious aroma was coming from the freshly stocked
fried food shelf (I think I faintly heard my inner Jiminy Cricket groan “oh no
say it aint so”).
So as I go completely conscience deaf, I’m seeing crispitos,
egg rolls, butterflied shrimp, buffalo wings, and then there they were… freshly
steaming Natchitoches meat pies (yes, NMPs).
Not the mini ones either-- Full Monty pies.
I couldn’t resist the steam coming off of those puppies.
Oh and that greasy sheen was so tantalizing.
I grabbed the best looking one in my little wax paper
sleeve, and as I walked out into the briskly cool morning – that fried spicy
pocket of meat melted in my mouth.
Now that will be a moment that I remember for a long time.
Yet as I spend the better part of my third hour on the
toilet, I’m thinking that there will always be a little twinge of regret to go
along with that memory.
So whenever this happens to you, don’t say I never told you
about the how the gas station Natchitoches meat pie will haunt you for the rest
of the day.
Happy Halloween.
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