Look, I admit it. I have food issues. Not like Meredith Baxter Birney classic tv movie food issues or anything serious like that. I, obviously, eat – but it’s homestyle, hearty, processed fare that’s finger lickin’ good. And that’s just dinner.I don’t eat a normal breakfast. Actually, I’ve never eaten a normal breakfast. As a kid, I ate Tastykake chocolate cupcakes. Then there was the period when I ate Chips A'Hoy cookies. When I got bored with those, I ate two containers of Swiss Miss chocolate pudding. After that phase, I ate a baked potato with ranch dressing. Every morning. Until I graduated. And guess what? My pediatrician told my mom that it was okay. As long as I was eating something, that’s all that mattered. These days, I prepare myself a heaping bowl of applesauce to start the day. For those who are wondering, I finally switched to a glass jar. ‘Cause it’s better for the environment and all.
Let’s talk about lunch. I’m weird about sandwiches. Well, actually, I didn’t think I was weird until just the other day when I heard myself explaining my disgust about squashed sandwiches to a colleague. The whole explanation sounded weird. And then I noticed his expression and I realized, oh my gosh, I am weird! Note to self, delete that information from any online dating profile! I just, literally, cannot stomach a squashed, soggy sandwich. All I can say is – thank heavens for the invention of the protective armor of Tupperware!In the interest of word limits, I’ll spare you a discussion of all of my “texturalist” issues. Just two words sum them up – rice pudding.
What’s this all boil down to? Well, I feel like I’m putting my friends out when it comes to dining choices. Like a few weeks ago, when my pals met me in the lobby of our building in a totally punctual manner and asked, in a halting, cautious way - "How do you feel about Vietnamese food?" I half-wondered if they had a conversation on their walk down to meet me
So they asked about Vietnamese food. And I promptly fell down on the floor, screaming and wailing, and thrashing my legs against the floor and said, “I just don’t know why you can’t meet me on time.”No, seriously.
I was game. I was nervous. But I was game. See, the fact of the matter is – given the choice, I’ll always go to the Boston Markets, Jason’s Delis, Noodles because well, that’s routine and I like routine. But I don’t mind being pushed into trying new things. I might panic about it. And maybe even be overwhelmed by it. But when it’s all over and done with, I’m usually happy that I’ve tried eaten done it.Which is how I felt when I ended up in a Vietnamese restaurant on a hot July day
|I gotta admit - I didn't use chopsticks.|
What the pho is the big deal about pho? Well, not much really. It’s soup with noodles and beef. (Granted, I probably had a tame version). It certainly wasn’t cringe-worthy or fear-inducing and I don’t think I made any faces. I would definitely eat pho again.In fact, I think the next time we all want a break from the regular routine, I’ll tell my compassionate, kind pals that we should go for some Vietnamese food because it’s a good day for some pho.