Saturday morning, I had just gotten back from taking my beloved mutt Sean Ramirez on a rather long walk around the neighborhood. Before I even had a chance to take off his halter, I received a text from Patrick asking if I knew that the 3rd Annual Oklahoma Food Truck Championship was starting at that very moment.
I absolutely did not, as my well-fed finger was seemingly far from the pulse of the so-called foodie community.
Enticed by the metabolized promise of mobile eats, I called my ladyfriend to see if she’d be interested in accompanying me on the short trip to Chickasha, the yearly home of said event. And while she really wasn’t all that interested in food trucks, she did anyway, if only to spend an afternoon in the perfect Oklahoma weather with Sean and me in a random rural community.