So, I love my friend dearly (and I hope they never find this blog), but being at their house is much like fat camp to me. I went over for a"study date" and dinner with K where she worked on school work and I did my actual work. It was a nice change since this is what my friend Eric and I used to do in Lincoln (man, do I miss that kid).
Anyway, I went over at about 3 pm. Knowing them, I ate at about 2, but was not starving. I also figured that they would eat dinner somewhere around 6 pm. When I asked what time we were eating, she said about 6:30. I brought a granola bar (I simply have to have a little something every three to four hours) and ate it around 5. Well, perhaps I should not have went running yesterday. We finally started cooking at 6:30. I was starving and she kept raving about her whole food and organic chicken. I. Don't. Care.
I love partially hydrogenated everything and added high fructose corn syrup. Give. It. To. Me.
It's in all of my favorite foods and it probably causes cancer. But so does running since I am exposed to smog and the damaging sun while I do it. ---Sorry, got off track. Anyway, they ran out of soy sauce so they had to get more. I was on the porch on my phone when her husband came stalking out after dropping off the groceries with the bottle of soy sauce in hand. "Did you get the wrong one?"
"I don't want to talk about it." ....Okay. So I finish my call and go in to talk with K. She states that the one he got was in fact the less sodium kind, but it had corn syrup in it so she refused to use it. Thirty minutes and two grocery stores later, he finally arrives with the correct bottle and we get on with dinner.
Was it delicious? Yes. I love thai peanut chicken. I am even going to get the recipe to post. Did it taste different since it was sooooooooo good for me? No. Did it seem worth the effort? No again. She knows that she is a little wacky about her food, she says it all of the time. But I still get preached to. She can taste the preservatives now. It is sooooo nice to know that her chicken is not fed growth hormones. Oh man. It's like a version of fat camp, well actually it's more like going to an all you can eat pasta buffet with someone on Atkins. What's the point? I get good food, but the company is always the main factor.
3 comments:
Oh dear Lord. I am sorry but there is a point where it is just plain rediculous!! Come to my house when you get back. I'll grill you a carcinogen riddled steak and corn on the cob with LOTS of chemicals used on it! And we'll top it off with a beer! ;)
I had to laugh, as I had a guest for dinner Saturday night who was on a sugarbuster diet and kept talking about it, but it didn't stop her from having two or three helpings of bread and various other things that I don't think were on her 'diet'. Now,I don't care what she eats or doesn't eat - just don't talk about it!
That was a funny story, I kept picturing you just waiting, waiting, waiting for some food! Where were the appetizers!
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