Food Run-in

So the other night, we went out to eat with my carpooler (yes the one that may have a third world country disease) and his wife. We decided to try out the local Indian restaurant, which none of us have been too.

Luckily for all of us, it was darn good. We were almost the only people there, which sometimes can scare you because you think others are staying away in droves.  There were some cool paintings on the wall, that when you looked closer they all had peacocks in them somewhere...we even kind of thought about maybe getting, but the price tag was a little steep.  So it was a nice combination of good food, nice conversation, and nice atmosphere...ok, there is a something I was going to write about...

(just a note to my readers...if you ask any of my friends, family, acquaintences, people sitting next to me on any public transportation, or the poor Walmart cashier, I tend to wander when I tell a story. It has gotten so bad that I have started out with what I snacked on before bed, and end up somewhere in the neighborhood of how Lee Harvey Oswald was framed. So, just a warning, and I have tried to be pretty good with my posts, I an a menadering, wandering story teller, just stay with me, it all comes back to where it needs to go.)

So, where was I...oh yes, our very good Indian restaurant. We had finshed up all our food, and lucky for all of us, it was Free Dessert Thursday (yes, I can't make this lucky stuff up!)...wow, had I known this, I would have been coming here every Thursday.

So, my carpooler and I pick two desserts...the others at our table were "full"...whatevs. It is Free Dessert Thursday, people...hello???

I pick some sort of dumpling balls in honey and rose water...which came out looking like...well, two small dumpling balls in rose water and honey. Sorta weird-like, but of course I ate them...they were free.

My carpooler ordered the carrot cake pudding something or another. He got his, and I was looking at it, and it reminded me of this yummy orange colored dessert at the other Indian restaurant I go to near work. It looked like this:

He said it tasted fine.  So, me being the person I am, took my spoon, grabbed some of the orange (free) dessert and stuck it in my mouth.

Well, first off...it was nothing like the dessert I knew from the other restaurant. This dessert tasted not good, and I mean really not good. It sat on my tongue and I did not know what to do with it. I was like moving my head around, my hand covering my mouth trying to figure out what to do with this orange gross tasting stuff in my mouth. I no longer cared if it was free...I am spitting it out. But where!

My carpooler and his wife found this extremely amusing and are laughing at me. They are telling me to spit it out in my cloth napkin, but all I could think about (other than the free gross-tasting orange crap in my mouth) is if I spit this in my napkin, I will actually forget it is there and wipe it on me later...yes, this is what I am thinking in that split second. Don't ask me why, I just was.

So, I do what any normal, dainty (?) person would do, I spit in on my spoon (Miss Manners would be proud) and place it in my leftover rosewater and honey (the free dumpling balls were long gone.) I look over at the carpoolers wife, and she was laughing so hard, I think she was crying.

They said I looked like a robot moving his arms back and forth and moving his head around exclaiming danger, danger, danger (picture it?)...I am not sure I looked like that, but maybe I did.

Darn Free Dessert Thursdays.

And double darn my carpooler, I had forgotten he has literally no sense of taste or smell.