When I was a kid, my father used to tell me – over and over – “Tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you are.” I think I learned. We all want friends we like but more importantly, we want friends who are good for us. Friends who enrich us. Make us think. Make us better. I work with really good people. And in my off hours, I try to hang around good people. Really good people. Smart people. Good golfers. 🙂 I have a vague idea of who I am. But the jury’s still out . . . . .
And I tend to view food the way I do friends. I normally want food that’s good for me. Food that likes me. Food that’s not going to cause me trouble – if you get my drift. I have avocados for breakfast (August 20, 2013) and Saturday lunches are pretty healthy (March 15, 2012). Donna feels the same way about food. It’s gotta be nutritious. So dinner can be pretty boring. . . . .
But on Friday night, the planets aligned. The stars stood still. Sages from ages past looked down. And rubbed their chins. Looked at each other. Solemnly. And gave the nod. Donna’s been home recuperating from the hip replacement. And Friday we had no plans for dinner. I threw out “how about some burgers and fries from 5 Guys?” I quickly ducked. But no missile was forthcoming. I looked. Donna was rubbing her chin. She looked up and said brightly “sounds good.” Oh my socks and shoes. I grabbed the keys and dashed off to 5 Guys before she could change her mind. The last time we’d had 5 Guys was maybe four years ago. I walked in and ordered. Got the goods. Burgers. Dripping with onions, cheese, lettuce, tomato and ketchup. Crisp greasy, salty fries. And I returned home. And we ate. Slowly. Seriously. O’m’gosh it was delicious. We looked at each other and resolved right then and there that we are going to do this again. At least once a year. . . . .