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Alice in Wonderland has always seemed to me to be the most adult of children’s stories. Maybe it’s because I didn’t actually read it until I myself became an adult. Although, the truth is I didn’t read most children’s stories until I became an adult. Which is strange. I’ve always been an avid reader. My mother or some relative told me that I came home from kindergarden or maybe even pre-school angry because they weren’t teaching us to read. I don’t remember that (or really any of my childhood), but I can certainly believe it.

Somehow though despite a life-long love of reading, I don’t remember being read fairy tales or having them in the house. There was a Dr. Seuss book or two I think, and I remember looking at pictures of snakes in the encyclopedia, but that’s about it. I wonder if there were other books and stories that I’m not remembering.

I finally got around to reading Alice a few years ago. I must have checked it out from the library or something because despite reading and enjoying it, I didn’t have a copy. Anyway, about six months ago I decided I really wanted a copy, so I purchased the Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition. I’ve yet to so much as crack it, but I’m really looking forward to it though once I get through my stack of books.

This is all a round about way of saying I was very interested in the background of the Alice books that Ultimate Insult pointed me towards.

The chorizo and eggs ad Mill’s Country Restaurant may well be the worlds most perfect food. If I could have, I would have just kept on lapping it up like one of those coke monkeys that just keep hitting their jones until they fall over dead. For the next few days, I will be thinking about it and building it up in my mind until enough time has passed that I feel I can go back and have it again. Of course it will never live up to my memories of that first experience. I always find myself returning to a restaurant time after time, for months … even years trying to recreate some magic moment when the planets aligned and everything was just perfect. I never manage it though. It’s never the same, never as good. I obviously need to learn to embrace my inner-Buddha. Or, I guess release my inner-Buddha would be more appropriate wouldn’t it? I need to do one of them though since a few more breakfasts like that and I’ll need to get comfortable with my external Buddha. I should have worn looser pants.