Where does my unconditional love for Texas come from?
After driving for over 5000 km (3100 miles for you weirdos out there) through the Lone Star State here are my guesses, for the pleasure of your viewing:
- Loaded baked potato the size of my head. And as you can see in my introduction, I do have a huge head.
- A bucket of butter for a party of 3. A damn BUCKET.
A steak so tender I could cut it with my sense of humour.
- Even the cheapest motels deliver a sophisticated local food experience.
- You could't find anything less vegan if you tried.
Need I say more?
(Clickbait alert - head is normal. At least on the outside.)
And of course I love Texas because each time I hear 'ma'am' from below a cowboy hat my heart melts, but let's face it - butter melting on my corn on the cob is the only melting I really care about :D
I also took some of the pictures with my cereal box camera, so shut up.
Love,
