{"id":466,"date":"2007-10-10T15:07:00","date_gmt":"2007-10-10T15:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stallioncornell.wordpress.com\/2007\/10\/10\/all-hail-foodleking"},"modified":"2007-10-10T15:07:00","modified_gmt":"2007-10-10T15:07:00","slug":"all-hail-foodleking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/all-hail-foodleking\/","title":{"rendered":"All Hail Foodleking!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Foodleking<\/a> has arrived.<\/p>\n

For those of you who don\u2019t know him, which would likely be all of you, I want to take a moment to introduce you to someone who is one of my very best friends in the world.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve known Foodleking since I was six years old, when I first moved to Southern California. He became especially prominent in my life because we attended the same church and the same school. Growing up, I had school friends and church friends and artsy fartsy friends, but Foodleking crossed over into all of them. (Not so much the artsy fartsy, actually. He\u2019s not really artsy, although he would probably admit to being somewhat fartsy \u2013 more so as he ages.)<\/p>\n

As a result, almost all of the experiences that I\u2019ve recounted in this blog have included him, too. Foodleking was a firsthand witness to the Majesty of Springsteen<\/a>, many of my Brushes with Greatness,<\/a> and the Horrors of the Order of the Arrow.<\/a> (He, unlike me, is a real live Eagle Scout. My mother told me that if I didn\u2019t follow in Foodleking\u2019s footsteps and become an Eagle, I would regret it for the rest of my life. Based on that criteria, the rest of my life has yet to begin.)<\/p>\n

There are innumerable Foodleking stories I could recount, and I probably will as time wears on. My entire childhood is filled with them. We carpooled and trick or treated and played on the same little league teams together. (He was a good athlete, though, and I wasn\u2019t.) We chased the same girls. (He caught them, though, and I didn\u2019t.) We did the same drugs. (He didn\u2019t do any drugs, though. Fortunately, neither did I.) I\u2019m sitting here trying to remember specific incidents, but it\u2019s impossible to narrow it down. It\u2019s like trying to single out experiences you have with a brother, which, essentially, is what Foodleking was and is.<\/p>\n

He was in the car with me when I got pulled over for driving 101 miles per hour. He broke into the Missionary Training Center in Provo with me to give another one of our friends a contraband TV Guide. As a groomsman at my wedding, he made a thinly-veiled crude toast about part of my anatomy that went over everyone\u2019s head but mine. (I\u2019ll leave that one to your imagination.)<\/p>\n

About a year ago, Foodleking, Mrs. Foodleking, and his growing family \u2013 four kids at last count, if I\u2019m not mistaken \u2013 made the trek up to Utah to pay us a visit. He\u2019s quite the grown up now with a real job and everything, but no matter how long we go between visits, it feels like no time at all. We just pick up where we left off.<\/p>\n

Much seems to have happened in that intervening year, however. According to his Blogger profile<\/a>, he now lives in Afghanistan, working as an excavator in the fashion industry. This seems like quite a departure from his previous career, but I’m sure he’s the best darn fashion excavator the Afghani fashion industry has ever had.<\/p>\n

So, Foodleking, welcome again. Feel free to correct my stories when I screw them up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Foodleking has arrived. For those of you who don\u2019t know him, which would likely be all of you, I want to take a moment to introduce you to someone who is one of my very best friends in the world. I\u2019ve known Foodleking since I was six years old, when I first moved to Southern ... Read more<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-466","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/466","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=466"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/466\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=466"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=466"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=466"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}