The Onion Ring Lovers (Guide to Vermont)

Name: The Onion Ring Lovers (Guide to Vermont)
Author: https://www.simonandschuster.biz/authors/Kevin-Stone/246001456
ISBN: 9781939430434

By Kevin Stone

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About The Book

A family's dark secrets simmer beneath a quirky Vermont travelogue.

When Jim Sutton returns to Vermont after twenty-two years to research a quirky travel guide about onion rings, he thinks he can keep his past buried on Christmas Island. But between a crumbling Ford Festiva, a vengeful town meeting, and Cammy Norman—a mechanic with blue eyes and a knowing smile—his carefully planned road trip becomes something else entirely.

As Jim crisscrosses the state in search of the perfect fried ring, memories of his family's troubled history rise unbidden: his mother Linda's desperate attempts to hold things together, his father's secrets, and the claustrophobic island life they fled. The further Jim travels into Vermont's mountains and valleys, the closer he gets to the truth he's been avoiding.

This new edition explores family dysfunction, nostalgia, and the search for belonging through the unlikely lens of roadside food. With prose as rich as Vermont's maple syrup and humor as biting as a winter wind off Lake Champlain, The Onion Ring Lover's Guide to Vermont asks whether we can ever truly go home again—and whether the stories we tell ourselves about the past can nourish us or only leave us hungry.

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WELCOME TO THE STATE OF VERMONT

Jim watched the sign grow larger as his rusty maroon Ford Festiva puttered ever closer to the border. It had been twenty-two years since his family uprooted and resettled in Vermont. Jim had resigned himself to feeling the great weight of the years as he crossed that invisible line. He felt numb, maybe a little disappointed. Jim looked down at the seat next to him and fished through a stack of MapQuest printouts, each labeled with a town name, held together with a black metal binder clip. The car smelled like fast food—crumpled bags on the passenger side, grease-stained and stale, memories of bad choices. He reached down without thinking into one of the bags. He grabbed a Hershey bar and unwrapped it. He put the candy under his nose and breathed deeply. The scent was biochemical to him, like pheromones. He devoured the chocolate. It tasted so good, he immediately had another.

Jim Sutton had grown into a young man in the years since he had first crossed that border. He was tall, with brown hair and green eyes. Jim had been naturally thin his whole life, but age and metabolism seemed to be catching up to him. He had noticed his stomach was starting to grow juuust a bit rounder these days—a bill overdue with his terrible diet.

Jim had had occasional relationships over the years, but none that blossomed into anything serious. In fact, he had just broken up with his most recent girlfriend, which was just the push out the door he needed.

Inspiration had struck while he was in the school cafeteria of all places. It was Friday, pizza day. Jim moved his tray down the line, bypassing the greens and choosing the pizza. And the tots, and the... there they were: Onion rings. They were hack rings, frozen rings, corporate rings—nothing like the ones his father taught him to make. This. Was. It. He would finally write his book, about these, about onion rings.