I know I have settled into life in California because I see my visits to Kansas as just that. Visits. And I'm painfully aware of what I won't be able to get in terms of food when I am away from here.
So tonight I took my kids to Oklahoma Joe's for dinner. I've never bothered to do this before because I wouldn't dare sully the heavenly indulgence with their complaints.
But these kids have become sophisticated through second marriage. My daughter ordered the slab of ribs without a second thought and before I even explained the menu.
My son asked for chicken fingers and complained halfheartedly, "why did we have to come here?" I promptly ordered him the kids brisket explaining we had to come to get the best BBQ in Kansas.
They ate and ate and I am proud because just as I always feel at home in NY, my soon-to-be California kids will always be little cowboy/cowgirls at heart (and stomach).