Monday, January 14, 2008
Drinkers....really, how do you do it? My brother, sister-in-law, Jeanie and I went to the Melting Pot Friday night. We were super excited because we had never been there before. I had every intention of eating my weight in fondue-y goodness, but that never really happened.
Well- I did eat my fair share, but the goodness factor is up for debate, for a number of reasons. The cheese was kind of a wreck because the taste of the alcohol in it made me want to gag! So, so, so very gross. I am no scientist, but the alcohol was the only thing in the mix that I don't regularly consume...and therefore, the culprit of the nasty outcome. I am, for sure, sticking with apple juice and broth when I make fondue.
The meat course was kind of suspect because they told you that the meat was to be cooked about a minute and a half-two minutes. None of us had watches, so we had to estimate. That really freaked me out. I don't enjoy playing salmonella roulette.
The dessert on the other hand.....that was DAMN good. While there were various and sundry jokes about the name, we did get The Flaming Turtle. Oh my land- it was insanely good.
We also went down to San Diego to see my grandparents. My grandpa has a 65 Chevy truck that he gave to my little brother. We have affectionately named it the Green Bean, because at some point, the truck was painted a nice shade of sea foam green. I really don't understand boys and their desire to restore old cars. I can't even begin to list all of the idiosyncrasies of the old truck, but rest assured that it is hilarious to see my dad and brother driving it. The entire trip home I was fighting the urge to call and hum the theme to Sanford and Son. Fine- once or twice I didn't completely resist the urge to do it, but it was all in good fun.
Oh and the truck has a gigantic spot light mounted right outside the drivers side window. Pretty sure it's illegal to use while driving, but it's a good time.
And I nearly got kicked out of a pet store because I asked if the dogs ever got to play or go for walks. Apparently, that pissed the worker girl off because I got several rather snippy responses. She swears that they are 'very well loved.' Poor little guys.