I often forget how close I live to a diversity of cultures and the food that comes with it. I parked my ever-broadening behind in the cultural black hole known as The West Metro and have become as stuck as if I had sat in hardening cement. The bigger problem with this black hole is it's gentrifying. Suburbanites in SUV's and BMW's have overtaken farmers and small town dwellers. Enough to give any self-respecting urban-snob-turned-country-snob a case of the shakes. But then again, I guess it's the price you pay for living within a half hour's drive to the city. Looking at it this way, I think I should utilize my proximity a bit more!