New Discoveries
I'm sure by now, you all have realized what a "foodie" I am. I just love the stuff. More recently my taste for cheap fast food has diminished. Find myself not only passing up McDonalds, but Chick Fil A too. Give me Panera Bread at least. Better yet, how about a good Thai restaurant or Korean even? Mmmmm.
My mom spent the night after coming down for Josiah's birthday. She made an awesome chocolate cake for his birthday. She used applesauce and egg whites instead of oil and whole eggs. She also added a box of instant pudding to the mix. The result was a moist dense cake like you wouldn't believe. It's been calling me from the kitchen, but I have my fingers in my eyes while yelling, "I can't hear you! I can't hear you!" And yet, I can still type. I amaze myself.
Anyway, my mom spent the night. So she was here at lunch time. She wanted to go to Wal-Mart to get new curlers. I wanted to take her to my new favorite restaurant. We went to the Korean/Japanese restaurant. I made her get the Bulgogi lunch box. She also wanted sushi. She saw the squid and wanted it. The waitress came over to the table and asked what we wanted. I said, "We'll take the bulgogi lunch boxes." Then I looked at my mom and said, "And you wanted some sushi, right?
She opened her mouth and I was expecting her to give the girl her sushi order, oh no, she launches into this complete story. "When I was a little girl, my dad used to cook squid. He would put it in our spaghetti sauce and cook it all day. It was really good." I wanted to bust out laughing. The poor waitress looked perplexed. She went on. "I loved it when he would cook it with squid. So I think I'll have the squid." She pointed to the word "squid" on the sushi menu. Like my Pop making spaghetti sauce with squid would have any bearing on whether she liked sushi made with raw squid. Makes perfect sense, right?
So we had squid. Uncooked squid without the spaghetti sauce and over rice. We loved it, luckily. And the waitress, such a sweetheart, when we went up to the register to pay, she asked, "So how was the squid? Was it as good as when your father used to make it?" Bless her heart.
Comments
Squid spaghetti sounds like the grossest thing I HAVE EVER HEARD! but then I don't like sea food.
My mom goes into these long tangents when she's telling jokes. She tries so hard to make the story good that when she gets to the punch line everyone's already left the room.
The cake sounds fantastic. That was nice of her to come down (up.. sideways?) to make it.