War of the organic roses

So yesterday E came down from Orlando. K had finally called her back (she's pretty flaky with the phone because she is sooooooo busy.) Often I would call her and three days later get a text message or email trying to set up a phone date for the following Saturday. We'd talk for about 30 minutes and then replay the whole situation two months later.

Not only that, but as I have mentioned before, she is all organic. EVERYTHING must be perfectly prepared and no high fructose corn syrup. Needless to say, E and I don't truly enjoy eating with her and her husband.

Back to my story, K called me to set up the day. E worked late the night before, so she would arrive at my place at between 11 and 12. She called at 11 before she left Orlando (and hour away), so I called K to set up lunch plans. She already ate saying, "lunch hade been taken care of". Weird. Usually, if I am meeting someone in the vicinity of lunch hours, I would always wait to see if they wanted to eat together. (Hey, food is always better with friends.) I tried to focus on the fact that we were better off picking a place to eat without the organic queen. Well, she will eat at places like the Macaroni Grill. (To me, that's kind of like being a vegaterian, but making exceptions for steak once in awhile.)

Oh well. E and I made jokes the whole meal. "Is that Coke organic?" "What type of oil did you use when baking these muffins?" "Is this butter from organic milk made by cows that were not feed genetically enhanced feed?"

Then we went over to her house and sat there. We sat and talked and sat and talked. Anyone could tell that we were horrible antsy and wanted to go somewhere, so when someone said ice cream, E and I jumped on it. We headed down to Ybor City (even though K and M thought it would be better to go to "their" ice cream store.) The refused to eat our ice cream since it was from a chain. So we walked through a few shops and headed home. E and I narrowly escaped eating dinner with them (you all remember the last time) since she had to get back home.

I don't know what to do. I just try and keep the peace between E and K, but the slight digs that K keeps throwing out there make me upset. "We all know that E likes chain restaurans." Who cares who owns Chipotle? Somewhere, in the background of every restaurant, I guarantee there is a roach and someone who desired to make it an evil empire (using high fructose corn syrup, too!) Hopefully, she grows up.