Sad but funny.
Dinner last night consisted of pizza from Hell. Bless Snowbunny's heart, it was homemade, and I didn't have the heart to be honest about it at the time, but ... EWWW!
The toppings were fine, the crust was the problem. I think it was gluten-free. Maybe I expected it to taste bad, so it did? The taste and consistency were about equal to a mixture of brewer's yeast, cardboard, and glue. And of course it had to be extra thick.
So I had this great big piece of this stuff. It protruded off the edge of the plate. It was hard to cut, and eating it was a drawn-out ordeal. Brother-Husband and Snowbunny seemed to think it perhaps flawed but okay, I don't know how they ate theirs so fast and easily. They didn't even have real cheese on theirs. [Shudder.] When I got down to the last few bites my gag reflex kicked in and I feared I was going to vomit. Then it was finally done. Whew! I was wiped out. I went straight to bed (after thoroughly rinsing with mouthwash).
Snowbunny came in to ask if all was well. I finally admitted I didn't like dinner, in fact I admitted I hoped we wouldn't be having it again in the future. She seemed to take the bad news pretty well, with a chuckle even. (An evil chuckle?)
I guess one could argue that dinner hurt my feelings. "I can't believe you're feeding me this. What did I do wrong?" I'm pretty sure it was the worst "food" I've ever eaten. Must have been very good for me. Better have been.
Yes, if I go to Hell, I know what they'll be serving me every day.
Hope you enjoyed this entry.