Much as I hate to admit this, going out to eat would probably be less terrifying to me if I did it more often. I’m apparently always afraid that whatever decision I make won’t be the “right” one, and if I only go out once every few months, I’m going to have to have the “perfect” order. It would matter less if it wasn’t such a novelty. However. I am not going to tell this to anyone, because my family, much as I love them, is really not the right company for such a stressful activity. (Sign up here! ;))
So, you’ve noticed that none of these dishes were ordered by me. I thought I’d provide you with some visual stimulation before I start to babble!
There are certain things I am okay with eating — if it isn’t from a restaurant. These include both pasta and beans. The latter means that I had a bit of a protein problem here, since I don’t eat fish. I finally had determined that I was going to actually order something different from my usual, and get an egg white frittata (this is why the All Whites in my salad yesterday were notable, since I have a stupid rule about not eating the same thing twice in one day). I was, however, extremely worried about whether said frittata is fried or baked. When I asked the waiter, he said, “The chef isn’t going to make a frittata now.” Seriously? How long does that take?! Everyone else had already ordered, and they were all waiting for me, so I panicked and just ordered the same thing I always do here (zucchini pasta). And then I ordered a side of black beans. Beans. I was originally considering ordering a few sides instead of one entree, but I am so glad I didn’t, because the “side” was enormous.
What is that, three cups? Four?! I could not have such a huge bowl of beans in front of me.
I had that. My mom and dad both tried it (dad: It’s good! in a shocked tone of voice, because anything remotely healthy can’t possibly be good, right?), and even after that, look at what remained:
We took that home. And a certain someone put it in the refrigerator in a very stupid fashion, so it turned over and spilled out. Most of it was salvageable but I had to heat up the leftovers in the toaster oven, since I had no liquid left to be able to use a pot! But more on that later; back to the restaurant.
I remembered the zucchini pasta as being massive, but it really is just vegetables… zucchini, mushrooms, onions, roasted red pepper, and eggplant. This is what arrived.
Immediate reaction: it’s not as huge as I remember it being.
Secondary reaction: there is a sheen of grease on this. (Mom: it’s from the eggplant. Eggplant does not have grease. It soaks up grease, yes, but that’s not the point. It is greasy and that freaks me out!!) But have no fear…
A few bites in, I realized that it definitely was as big I remembered. The plate was just a different size. Yes, I felt like a pig to finish 99.9% of it. Why do you ask? But it did taste good.
In short, it could not possibly have been as awful as I was expecting; that’s the benefit to freaking out as badly as I do. Your worst fears will seldom be realized.
However, this morning I woke up and knew immediately that it was not going to be a good day in terms of body image. I changed clothes no less than three times before leaving for work; I never do that. It would be lovely not to give a crap about such things, really… and not have to struggle with trying to figure out if I “can” eat XYZ because of what I did yesterday or what I might do tomorrow. I’m sure this is mostly psychological, but my stomach wasn’t too happy with me for the first part of the day, either.
Since this is already excessively long, I’m going to save the rest of the food pictures for my next post! Except for this, since I mentioned it already:
Some of the leftover black beans on a pan-warmed sprouted corn tortilla… apparently, when heated properly, it rolls up just fine. These black beans, by the way, taste remarkably similar to Eden Organic Caribbean Black Beans. Just saying.
One of my cousins who invaded earlier this month sent us flowers.
How nice. I like flowers. But I never buy them.
Have a lovely weekend!
“Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.”