We’re with Catherine’s good friend Mike in Central CA now, and having an absolute ball. In a couple of days we’ll be on our way to Eric’s, and we’ll have a ball there, too.

But let me ask this question in the meantime.

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BIG HERE?

I don’t mean land-wise or city-wise, because I come from a big country, and I live in a big city.

I mean the FOOD.

Catherine and I now know not to order a LARGE anything, because it won’t be large. It will be ELEPHANTINE.

The milkshakes? TAKE A WHOLE COW TO MAKE.

The fries? Most of an Idaho field for a single carton.

The soda (look! I’m all American… I say “soda”)? ENOUGH TO ENSURE THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO STOP TO GO TO THE BATHROOM EVERY TEN MINUTES.

Big.

Freakin’ big.

Just super-big.

Whew.