Cafeteria Cravings

For a long time, I dug in my heels and refused to succumb to two things related to modern technology: Facebook and cell phone text messaging. Facebook was a frivolous, time-consuming diversion I didn’t need. And why text when you can talk to the person with just the touch of a button?

Then, at the urging of some friends and with some idle time while I was waiting for a return phone call, I decided to check out Facebook. Within a few days, I had found a surprising number of friends and acquaintances from high school and college — people I had never expected to hear from again. I connected with friends who are living in places as distant as China and as near as a few blocks away.

Yep, I was hooked.

Now, this blog gets posted on Facebook on a daily basis. I’ve found leads for several stories via Facebook.

And occasionally somebody messages me on Facebook looking for information that relates to my job here at the Daily Globe.

That’s what happened this week, when I received a message from my WHS classmate and longtime friend Joseph Crippen, now a pastor in Northfield. Joseph and I have a shared history that goes back to preschool days and probably even the church nursery.

“Say, since you write about food and share a common heritage of school lunches with me, let me ask: Have you ever come across a pizza burger recipe that is like what District 518 served?” Joseph queried. “I’ve got a terrible hankering, but there are just tons of different recipes across the Net.”

Hmmmm, I pondered: I know DotMom had printed the school chili recipe way back when, but I don’t remember ever seeing the pizza burger recipe. But I do remember the pizza burgers that were served at our alma mater, West Elementary. That was back when I was an extremely picky eater, and the pizza burgers were one of the bright spots on the menu.

“They were great,” continued Joseph in our Facebook conversation. “I remember being so surprised that some kids threw theirs away. Yum.”

So, if there are any former West lunch ladies out there who know the secret to the school’s pizza burgers, Joseph and I would ap-preciate it if you would share.

A couple of other WHS alum chimed in on this particular Facebook posting with some Worthington food reminiscences of their own — not in relation to school cafeteria food, however, but referencing Taco Towne, the little eatery that used to be located near the railroad tracks on 12th Street that I have written about once before.

My high school gang spent a lot of time at Taco Towne, mainly chowing down on the pizza, which still elicits an immediate drool-ing effect every time I think about it. But all the food was good at Taco Towne — including the tacos for which it was named.

So it wasn’t surprising when another former classmate requested on Facebook: “I’d like the recipe for Taco Towne Tacos.”

“Taco Towne tacos were just wonderful!” concurred yet another Facebook friend.

I’m won’t be surprised if there are more Facebook posts about pizza burgers and Taco Towne in the hours and days to come. That’s one of the joys of social networking — discussing shared experiences. And that’s one of the reasons I don’t regret joining Facebook, even though, as I predicted, it can be a time-consuming diversion.

I still refuse to text, however. Got to draw the line somewhere.