Before leaving my doctor’s appointment on Friday, my dear little doctor ordered me to do nothing all weekend. Nothing at all. Doctor-prescribed relaxation. So I spent the better part of Friday afternoon by the pool, exploring do-nothingness. At first I read, but then as I flipped to lay on my front for a bit I set aside my book and closed my eyes. It turns out doing nothing feels incredibly indulgent and amazing. Friday night we stayed in and watched movies, and then did more of the same on Saturday afternoon. Saturday night we went out to Dogfish because I don't think that going out to a bar as long as you are there to eat counts as "doing something." (Yes, I am aware that I am not a doctor, thank you.)
Happily sipping my Sah'Tea, the waiter came to tell us of their new wing menu. I am a wing enthusiast, so we tried two of the new flavors, the Jerk Rum, which was ok, and the Sweet and Sour which was quite good. Then, against all good judgment, I ordered my entrée, which sounded, well, disgusting. There are many flavors I strongly like, but that doesn't necessarily mean I ever, ever want to taste those flavors simultaneously in a single bite. However, sometimes curiosity takes control. So I ordered the burger of the week, which this consisted of: a bun, a burger patty, bacon, lettuce, and...peanut butter.
That's right. Peanut butter. Oh yes.
I was worried it would be so gross I wouldn't be able to stomach more than a bite. I could not imagine what all of those flavors would taste like together. The waiter's description did little to help this, as he made a liberal slathering gesture while describing how the peanut butter was put on right away to make sure it gets hot and melty. Still, I feel life is meant for adventure and trying new things, and I was raised that you can't really say you don't like something unless you've tried it. Which is how I know I hate star fruit, more than human words can possibly describe. So I thought, "why not?"
It was delicious.
I know, I know, but hear me out. Somehow, somehow it all worked so well together. The peanut butter, melty as promised, complemented the hamburger patty, the saltiness of the bacon cut through the creaminess of the peanut butter, and the cool moisture of the crisp lettuce helped to keep it all from being impossible to chew. It was so good, I ate the whole thing, ignoring the fries to focus on the awesomeness of this burger which united flavors I never would have put together.
Now, I would never, ever make this a regular part of my diet, because I kind of like for my arteries to function. As a one-time order, I feel that it was a good decision. I got to experience something new, and now have something to add to the list of things I've tried that make people curl their nose in disgust, filed somewhere between alligator and pigeon. So judge if you like, but I shall continue to embrace adventure. Unless, that is, it involves star fruit.
Happily sipping my Sah'Tea, the waiter came to tell us of their new wing menu. I am a wing enthusiast, so we tried two of the new flavors, the Jerk Rum, which was ok, and the Sweet and Sour which was quite good. Then, against all good judgment, I ordered my entrée, which sounded, well, disgusting. There are many flavors I strongly like, but that doesn't necessarily mean I ever, ever want to taste those flavors simultaneously in a single bite. However, sometimes curiosity takes control. So I ordered the burger of the week, which this consisted of: a bun, a burger patty, bacon, lettuce, and...peanut butter.
That's right. Peanut butter. Oh yes.
I was worried it would be so gross I wouldn't be able to stomach more than a bite. I could not imagine what all of those flavors would taste like together. The waiter's description did little to help this, as he made a liberal slathering gesture while describing how the peanut butter was put on right away to make sure it gets hot and melty. Still, I feel life is meant for adventure and trying new things, and I was raised that you can't really say you don't like something unless you've tried it. Which is how I know I hate star fruit, more than human words can possibly describe. So I thought, "why not?"
It was delicious.
I know, I know, but hear me out. Somehow, somehow it all worked so well together. The peanut butter, melty as promised, complemented the hamburger patty, the saltiness of the bacon cut through the creaminess of the peanut butter, and the cool moisture of the crisp lettuce helped to keep it all from being impossible to chew. It was so good, I ate the whole thing, ignoring the fries to focus on the awesomeness of this burger which united flavors I never would have put together.
Now, I would never, ever make this a regular part of my diet, because I kind of like for my arteries to function. As a one-time order, I feel that it was a good decision. I got to experience something new, and now have something to add to the list of things I've tried that make people curl their nose in disgust, filed somewhere between alligator and pigeon. So judge if you like, but I shall continue to embrace adventure. Unless, that is, it involves star fruit.
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