I just received word from Mike and Jersey Jen From Michigan. They are joining LW (Liberty Wright – she’s single boys!) in a few weeks on a visit to Spokane. I think that’s great. Not that I don’t like hanging out with LW – she’s the easiest person to be around – but it’s always good times when the 5 of us get around each other. Someone always becomes the butt of a joke. Usually me. I responded to her email that we (The gUrt & I, not The Wife because she’s hard at work) are so excited to see them. I may have made mention that The gUrt “pooped his pants” with excitement. Because the original email was to all 5 of us, and because I “responded to all”, The Wife quickly sent an email expressing her excitement and that we would “clean up the house.” Now, to quote The Big Guy, “I was born at night, but not last night”. I’m well aware that The Wife’s response is directly related to her complete disappointment in my choice of excitement expression. Go Figure.
The funny thing about it is that:
A. The gUrt doesn’t wear pants and…
B. The gUrt hasn’t pooped in the house since the second night after he moved in.
When we first brought him home, I was walking downstairs after a 2 second run upstairs, only to find him in the “Catcher’s” position doing his business. I have to say with all my voice strength, I let him know I was extremely dissatisfied with his activity at hand and quickly ushered him to the back yard. He must have understood that we poop outside because from that day on, he poops outside. Good Boy Hogan. Peeing was a different story. He once peed on D-Train’s foot. Good Boy Hogan. I’m rambling.
I know I promised some fun Canadian adventures – they’re coming. I thought I’d give everyone a vacation from my vacationing and provide a different topic for once. Thanks to Devin for his last blog – I received some positive feedback on it.
Speaking of D-Train – also known as Danny-D to some or Dr. Nugget by others – I was recently catching up on his website, CravingBagels.com, and happened to stumble upon an excerpt he wrote about Miss King, his “lady friend” as he calls her. They’re married. Anyway, this excerpt is about how she is the most finicky eater he knows. He mentions that she has different characteristics that make her finicky. These are the one’s that stuck out to me:
- She likes her hamburgers plain. Except at Effie Burger in Lewiston, ID, home of the largest gut bomb burger in the entire world. You have to understand that for someone to not like anything on their burger, especially when it is a basic burger, and then to want EVERYTHING on her Effie Burger, it is pretty contradictory. That’s like saying I don’t like dogs with hair, but then your favorite dog is an Old English Sheep Dog.
- There are certain foods she’ll only eat if D-Train cooks them. If he cooks it too often, it’s ruined and she’ll never eat it again.
- She can taste “spiciness” in everything – even things with no spice in it. For instance, she can taste spices in bottled water.
- She hate’s meat on the bone.
There’s too many to mention, but I thought, how hard to date? It’s a wonder they made it solely on the basis that dating had to have been a struggle. As I was reading this in the beginning, I kept thinking, what a freakshow. But, as I started finishing the story, I began to realize that I am also a very picky eater. Just the other night, The Wife and I met her friend Sasha and her “not her boyfriend” boyfriend at Cafe Marron. Cafe Marron is the cool little restaurant in Browne’s Addition in Spokane, a quaint, hip neighborhood. This restaurant is really cool – it’s all reclaimed wood from barns and other buildings. The windows are garage doors that are opened in the summer. The chairs are school chairs. The food is really good. The first time we went there, they had this awesome Au Gratin Mac N’ Cheese. It was TDF (To Die For – I had to make it an acronym because Ronnie Drama hated that phrase). That was back in February or March during an International Date Night. The next time, we went there with The SchreTters and low and behold – no Au Gratin Mac N’ Cheese. I was tre’ disappointed. So, I ordered this new dish – some sort of ToFu Stir Fry – again, slam dunk and TDF. So, this last weekend, we met Sasha and her “not her boyfriend” boyfriend there and wouldn’t you believe it. Not only was the Au Gratin Mac N’ Cheese not on the menu, but neither was the ToFu Stir Fry. I was again let down. This time, I spent the better part of 30 mintues mulling over the menu before reluctantly deciding on the hamburger. I love hamburgers – my favorite food, but I’d had my World Famous Sliders, Canadian McDonald’s, Wendy’s and another burger within about 5 days. It was just too much and there was nothing else appetizing. You see, its rare that I pick up a menu that has multiple items I’d want. Most of the time when we go to a place for the first time, I’m nervous they won’t have something I like. I almost always find something and then every time we return, I order the same thing.
I totally agree with her on the Meat on a bone thing. I have a real hard time with it. I think it’s because I have trouble eating things that I’ve seen moving. At least when you buy a steak or hamburger meat, it’s processed to the point where it isn’t really recognizable. I guess for me, the bone is a grim reminder to me of what I’m eating. A leg, a rib, something like that. At least when I eat a ribeye, I have no idea where on the cow it came from. But I have trouble with it. I’ll go fishing and then I have to leave the room when it’s being prepared so I won’t associate dinner with what I just caught. Last year, I went hunting in Wyoming with The Big Guy, SoupUncle and his nephew. I shot a Pronghorn Antelope and had it butchered and brought home the meat. I also had the head mounted for the Office. Why not, right? I even named my Antelope. Brian. The problem with naming him Brian is that I already have issues with animal to food association. Here I am, struggling to eat something I killed, and then I keep thinking of his name. This makes it worse. When I finally do get the mounted head, I’ll probably never be able to eat in the Office again.
This food issue has been tough since I was a kid. I hate when my food touches. I hate soggy bread. You name it, I’m freakish about it. I don’t think I would have done well with the Donner Party. Well maybe, but only if the following occurred:
- I visited the Donner Party – not traveled with them. I couldn’t have any previous knowledge of people within the Donner Party who now account for empty seats at the table.
- Everything would have to be cooked fresh and clean – I’m a germaphobe to the core.
- Everything would have to be processed – if it looks like Barry, then I’m going to feel like I’m eating Barry. If it’s processed like Bologna or String Cheese, then I’d be more likely to eat it with no remorse.
- If everything could be packaged, that would be great. Barry with Triscuits and Tillamook Cheese would be nice. It would be even better if they could package Barry as a Lunchable.
To read D-Train‘s Article, visit http://cravingbagels.com/?page_id=1498 – Good laughs for sure. Don’t read too much or you’ll blow about 2 hours to about 6 days of non-stop reading and laughter. Big Ups to “The Greatest Blogger of All Time!”