Trash called me while I was at work and asked what I was in the mood for for experimental food night. I immediately blurted out “chicken and sweet potatoes”. She cracked up at my super-quick-fire response and then set out to scour the internet in search of something she’d not ever eat. M.Giant and I got messages a short while later announcing it would be Latin Chicken. We didn’t have a clue what that would end up tasting like, but it had chicken, sweet potatoes, and black beans in it.
I showed up at their place and she immediately began complaining about the smell in the house coming from the crock put full of chicken, sweet potatoes, and black beans. But to M.Giant and myself, it smelled delicious. She had made rice (because that’s the most Latin of the starches), so I got a big scoop of rice and then Trash piled a few large scoops of crock-pot-enhanced brown and orange slop onto the plate. Still, it smelled delicious.
And it WAS delicious!!!! She managed to do it again. She made an amazing dinner while constantly vocalizing her objection to making such things. I am convinced that if she ever made something she was proud to serve to us, it would taste like air and maybe sticks (also garlic, since she loves garlic). It’s best, for M.Giant and I’s sake, that we insist on food that makes her shiver when she smells, touches, or even thinks about it.
And look, I even had a bowl of salad to maintain my girlish figure.
I’m very much looking forward to the next experimental food night. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to chime in. We prefer minimal work, and tend to favor crock pot or one-dish recipes, but we’re pretty open to various things (even if we have to work around M.Giant and I’s odd ingredient restrictions).
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It’s best, for M.Giant and I’s sake, that we insist on food that makes her shiver when she smells, touches, or even thinks about it.
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