Adventure Week Four

It’s adventure week with food this time, folks.

I know what you’re thinking.

LAME.

Just on week four and she’s already resorting to basic survival actions.

I’ve got a couple of fairly significant adventures in the works for you in the coming month, but hang in there for this one.

Survival can be rough.

First, the artichokes.

artichokes

Received two of those thorny green orbs in our biweekly produce basket. Do a co-op if you have the chance. Just do it. There are twenty-four families in ours and we all receive the same items. I’m not the one that places the order, so it’s kind of like what’s Santa going to bring this time for most of us…

I’d never cooked an artichoke.

Not. ever.

But I can remember the first time I ate one.

I was a senior in high school and having dinner with Jeff’s family. Just Jeff. That’s all I’m going to say. I do not know if words boyfriend and girlfriend were really tossed about. But we did kiss.

And, his mom served me artichokes.

(I’m assuming she made them. It could have been his dad. I said that we kissed. I did not say that we were ever close enough to family cook together. Someone cooked the artichokes.)

It was there that I was shown how to peel back the petals (?) and dip them in melted butter.

It was there at that dinner table, I suppose, where I dared put the petals, one at a time, into my mouth and scrape.

I’ve found nothing else can make butter taste better.

Sure. Butter makes lots of other things taste better. But that little sweet white meat of the artichoke petal can make butter itself taste better.

Beat that.

I am just going to say this – there is something sensual about the artichoke.

And I cooked two this past weekend.

(OK. OK. Microwave, anyone?)

And I gave one to my husband and he ate, too.

And our ten year old was not interested. I suppose that he is not yet of age. There was more, then, for me.

This post is PG13 rated and will continue to be so. Please continue at your own risk.

Second on the food adventures, the Chick-Fil-A SUPERFOOD Side.

  
Please do not start with the cole slaw. Because Chick-Fil-A cole slaw, “I never knew ya.” I didn’t. No mourning here at its departure. None.

The superfood side has a little back story, as you might have guessed.

Today was annual exam day and if you’ve never heard about my annual exam day then you should click here My First Trip. But really only if you are female.

Really, guys? You were warned.

Back to the superfood side.

It seems that for the past year that I’ve been living in denial. Two steps onto the digital scale and reality registered.

I’m not going to lie.

I actually said in a louder voice than I’d planned –

That can’t be right.

That nurse did not say one word. She did not even look up from her legal pad scribble. And so I said it again. This time it was, at least, a question.

That can’t be right, can it?

I stopped myself before I began to argue.

With a machine.

I stopped myself.

Let’s just give me that much credit, ok.

And let us just say that a few hours later when I walked up to the register at Chick-Fil-A, I did not hesitate when that perky young lass asked.

Would you like to try our new superfood side?

Yes. Yes I did.

Yes I did order the SuperFood Side and an order of grilled nuggets.

I have never ever before ordered grilled anything at Chick-Fil-A.

And a water. A plain water.

Y’all, it was delicious.

Go to the Chick-Fil-A and order the new SuperFOOD Side. I loved it. I really did.

And I thought about sharing it with the three ladies about my age at the table with me. But, you know, that serving is small.

I talked about intimate things with those ladies. And it was good.

So now along with the Bernie Shirt and the My First Trip tshirt, I’m getting one that says

I ORDERED THE SUPERFOOD SIDE!

Take that, you lying doctor’s office scale 🙂

YOUR ADVENTURE ASSIGNMENT THIS WEEK: Cook something new. And take care of yourself.

 

 

 

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