Monday, December 1, 2008

What's for dinner?

I just spent several days over the Thanksgiving holiday with my "city" kids. For the past year or so, we made a tradition of going to an Italian restaurant while I am visiting. They know I really like the salads and the chicken dishes and the sangria isn't too bad either. The place we chose last time was so noisy and the server so over extended we vowed to find a new place. This weekend we returned to another location of our original favorite that had closed. Unfortunately that didn't really measure up, either.

Matt & Christina suggested trying Indian food, but I said I didn't really like it. Truth is, I haven't tried it. Thinking about it later, I realized that I didn't even eat pizza until I was 17 years old. I went for a college visit and was taken to a Pizza Hut by my future roomates. The only Italian I had ever eaten was spaghetti out of a box marked Kraft. Meat not included. Small rural towns 35+ years ago didn't have Pizza Huts. Eating "out" was rare. The local cafe served chicken, burgers & steaks.

I didn't eat tacos until I was well into my late twenties. A local dairy barn began serving them one evening a week. What a treat!

Maybe it's time to step it up a notch and try the Indian. Put it on your schedule for my visit next month.

4 comments:

Christina Joy said...

Mmmm, spicy food...

Far Side of Fifty said...

I am not much for any kind of fancy food. I usually order the same old thing, enchiladas at a Mexican Place, a Steak or a patty melt at most other places. I know really boring. My adventerous part stops with food:)

aunt dinah said...

I'm proud of you for resolving to try something new. You may not like Indian food, but it will be an adventure. I never thought I'd eat sushi (especially since I'm a vegetarian who doesn't even eat fish), but with the encouragement of my oldest granddaughter (Kim age 21 today), I've actually eaten sushi (who knew there was such a thing a vegetarian sushi?) twice. It's not my most favorite thing in the world, but it helped fulfill my sense of adventure and exploration.

Renna said...

I had my first pizza, which was not made at home from a box marked Chef Boy Ardee (or however you spell it), at a pizza place in Stillwater, Oklahoma, when my older stepbrother took my brother (also older) and I to a Luvin' Spoonful concert there. I was so in awe, being in the big city (compared to the tiny little town where we lived, Stillwater WAS the big city!), and going to a rock concert.

Now, ask me where I put my reading glasses which I used just last night and I haven't a clue, yet I can remember every detail of an even that took place some 38 years ago. Go figure!

Oh, and my daughter has convinced me, finally, to try sushi. I'll wait until we visit her next, though. That will give me a year to savor the anticipation of raw fish slithering down my throat. ;-Þ