Our dining experiences have been very dull these last few months. It has been months since Gary and I ordered a pizza. For some reason I got a yen to have a date night and order something other than fast food.
As soon as I opened that mental door, my belly growled, “ME WANT FAJITAS.”
”Hm,” I mused, “Fajita‘s might be good. Where would —“
”FAJIIIITAAAAS!’ the belly demanded.
I set Gary on an on-line hunt for fajitas. “I think Applebee’s has them.”
While I know that I have had steak, chicken, and shrimp fajitas at Applebee’s, Gary couldn’t find them on the delivery or pick-up menus.
”Try Friday’s,” I said, while the belly sang a little sing about “F-A-J-I-T-A-S, FAJITAS ARE THE BEST.”
Gary looked and said, “Friday’s doesn’t have them either.”
”LIAR” said Belly.
”That’s so odd,” I said.
He said, “I think maybe it’s the presentation? You know how they always bring them out on that really hot pan? Maybe for the true fajita experience they have to warn you that the pan is hot.”
I talked the belly into Mu Shu Pork, instead, but still, how obstinate is my belly for picking the one food I can’t order?