VJG1977
Well-known member
<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">I was reading some older post and came across the phrase “</span><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";background:white; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">dashboard<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>cooking</span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:18.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";background:white;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">â€Â. It took me back to the summer of 1985. I was living near Big Rock, TN. And working out of Paris, </span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">TN. In the morning I would place a can of green beans and a can of chicken breast on the dash. At work I would park facing south. By lunchtime the cans would be too hot to hold barehanded. I kept salt, pepper, hot sauce and plastic forks in the car. Back then I figured I was saving between $20 and $30 a week over fast food or a restaurant meal. </span>