mmm-yoso is a blog. About food. Sometimes other stuff creeps in here. But it all comes back to food. Cathy is blogging while Kirk has no time to do much writing about food.
Hi. I left San Diego on Southwest Airlines last Friday morning. Early. Got to Phoenix and had to find the other gate in another terminal and waited. This is the rug on the floor in the Phoenix Terminal It is a neat pattern, don’t you think?
So, anyhow, you know I eat and blog about it…but what does Cathy pack to eat on board the plane? Do I merely buy something outrageously expensive in the terminal? Ha!
Smoked salmon pate in a can; two slices of buttered rye bread; raw Spanish peanuts; the bag of Mediterranean herbed olives from Trader Joe’s; Banana Crisp Bonanza Trek Mix from TJ’s; hot tea and a glass of ice from Southwest ( I make my own iced tea; that canned stuff is insipid) and my ever-present (and x-ray undetectable) chopsticks.
I’d just like to let you know this isn’t any sort of special meal; I have flown on Southwest a *lot* (to the point that I get birthday and Christmas cards from them) since 2001 and I want some part of my lengthy in-air time to have luxury. This is, however, the first time I photographed my take aboard meal.
And I flew back east. Here are some of the sights, as well as some more "native" hints at foods to be blogged about. 
Some sports fans out there might recognize where I was.
OK, I’ll show some native foods.
A coney- hot dog- an a loose hamburger. Each topped with chili (no beans)(never any beans), mustard and onions (never *ever*cheese). That, on the right, a package of …City Chicken.???
Galabki (gah-whoump-key) sometimes called stuffed cabbage, topped with a tomato sauce, which is also on the mashed potatoes .
Chrusciki- Angel Wings..?
Still no idea? Well…
The consumption of potato chips by the people in the county this city is located in is the largest, per capita, in the world (according to the pamphlet at the airport, which I memorized, while waiting, because the plane got in 50 minutes EARLY).
There are Still Big Boy Restaurants in town. 
As is the case everywhere I live, or lived, here is one of many taco trucks…
I know, not many who read this blog are actually from here, nor do they particularly choose this as a place to visit for vacation.
OK, easiest clues.
More to follow…