<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312451285209743859</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:14:37.135-07:00</updated><category term='glass bottles'/><category term='food'/><category term='how far'/><title type='text'>Four Eyes One Mouth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foureyesonemouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312451285209743859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foureyesonemouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Foureyesonemouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748308420620618108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312451285209743859.post-3357718746641530557</id><published>2009-06-30T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:34:45.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the question was how far would I go for food, especially a particular food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have crossed a state border for food, more specifically a drink called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheerwine&lt;/span&gt;. It's not a wine, it's a cherry cola. For years it was only in the South Carolina area. It takes me about 3 hours to get to SC from where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However one time, my mom, siblings, and I were near the border. So we drove across and stopped at the first gas station we could find. Tiny little place, all wood, one gas pump that was probably older than me. The attendant looked at us like we were nuts as we loaded up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheerwine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can buy it in the supermarket as two-liters. My boyfriend (who is from SC) and I agree though it just tastes better in SC and in glass bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Twinkletoes&lt;/span&gt; blog reminded me of an experience I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm from the deep South of USA. But I found myself the week after Christmas in Wisconsin. Never been up there before. We decide we're going to get some cheese. So we stop at this place on the side of the road among all the cattle. I have been reading thrillers the whole trip and managed to make myself jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk into this small place that has some cheese hats etc, some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amish&lt;/span&gt; woodworking crafts and about three units of cheese. The girl behind the corner is staring me down, doesn't greet me or anything. She's also wearing an apron that looks like it has bloody finger marks all over it. Closer inspection reveals this to be wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom choose every cheese she can get her hands on and we go to pay. The girl at the counter asks if we want curds. We admit we don't know what those are. You would have thought we had said we were colonists from Mars. It was a very good learning experience and yes I do love curds. 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