Chinese food is not my favorite, but I certainly do not dislike it. My husband on the other hand would eat the stuff a minimum of once a week (possibly even 3 times) if I was not in the picture. Ideally, I’d receive some sort of coin every time he asked to enjoy a Hunan Chicken Combo Plate for dinner & I said no………..oh, the possibilities.
So, there we are at Asian Garden Buffet…
Like many married couples, it’s not out of the ordinary for us to dabble in what the other person has chosen; that is obviously the best and most convenient way to get the most
food in your belly with the least number of trips bang for your buck. I mean, the plate is only so big & I don’t want to look like a hefer going up to graze for a 3rd time. (Sidenote: Growing up, my brother so lovingly gave me the nickname “JenHefer” and the memories are haunting – especially in buffet settings).
Peanut butter chicken…teriyaki beef stick…fried rice…I’ll pass on that oyster…stuffed mushroom – maybe two (gettin’ my veggies in)…spring roll – that looks good for my first helping (hefer).
Back at the table, enjoying our meal – Brandin hands me a chicken wing; without thought, I take it & it’s fine. Nothing special. Mostly it wasn’t special because it was a frog’s leg. Got me. I’m a sucker. Good one. I am certain that I am not the first wife who has fallen for this trickery. The most frustrating part of the ordeal, was that I so badly wanted to be mad at him – however; it tasted like chicken.
So…it was decided, I’m not going to let that bother me.
The shenanigans did not come full circle until we visited the hot bar of Chinese food again & pulled the same stunt on our 7 year old.
Brandin & I sat, exchanging sneaky smirks back and forth – just waiting for Bennett to pick it up and indulge in the (supposed to be) completely unappetizing, disgusting frog’s leg; we think we’re so sly. This is going to be good…
He cleaned it to the bone without a second thought. Delicious.
On our drive home, we let him in on our little secret. Initially, the look on his face appeared as if I just told him he ate cat poo. Quickly, the appalled attitude that was smeared across his little face went away.
“It tasted like chicken…”
So, I’m left wondering what just happened? Do we like frog’s legs? Did this fooling escapade backfire……twice?
Who am I kidding? This is not even a question…I will never voluntary eat a frog’s leg – regardless how meaty & delicious it is.