The other night I felt mentally low for no discernible reason. The answer I decided, was to head out for Texas barbecue. Why I thought that might be the cure for my blues I’m not sure but off I went, looking for happiness in unwholesome food. I normally am pretty conscientious about what I put in my system and I eat healthfully but on this occasion it felt one hundred percent right to put on a cowboy mentality, sit down someplace that bills itself as a barbecue pit and join mainstream America for a meal. Southern style down-home food, with Johnny Cash coming out of the speakers and people in cowboy hats, complete with not only soft serve but self-serve ice cream for dessert — which meant I could help myself to more than one. It cured my melancholy and to be extra sure I wouldn’t jinx the good feeling, I added an order of onion tanglers to my meal.