Surely, you’ve heard the expression ‘You can take the girl out of Long Island, but you can’t take Long Island out of the girl’? Plead ignorance on that if you must, but it is a truism if ever there was one. Along with enhancing my innate predilection for strip malls, spandex and merging ‘ing’s with the next vowel, returning home to the Mother Land (or “Muthuh”, if you’re a local) allows me to romp among the fields of plenty. I’m actually un/fortunate enough to hail from the East End of Long Island. Fortunate because I remember being able to walk…