Check Your Lettuce
Do you ever get really excited about making some food, then start to make it only to realize you don't have everything or something you do have is bad?
Well I haven't. At least not recently. That's because my wife makes my food. I did have something happen tonight that made me upset at the world, though. I didn't curse God and die, nor did my wife suggest such a thing, but I certainly cursed the quality of produce that is sold along the Gulf Coast of Florida.
See, what happened was that she made me a BLT. I love BLT's, especially the B part. I helped her cook the B, though, because she doesn't know how to cook it very well (men know how to cook red meat better just naturally I think). Anyway, after compiling the said sandwich components into one beautiful piece of art, I took a delicious bite with glee... only to find out that the lettuce tasted like... oh... how do you say... crap! Our lettuce, bought within the last few days, was bad! This made me angry to no end. After punching a hole in the wall and killing a homeless guy, I calmed down, took the lettuce out, and enjoyed my BT. My wife was quite helpful in calming me down, and the sandwich itself wasn't too bad. I did learn a lesson, though. The whole endeavor has taught me to, as the old wise saying goes, check your lettuce before you make your BLT.