Experimental Dinner Food

Back before the pandemic, my step son was working at a restaurant and we went there all the time in order to leave him huge tips. This summer he’s been working at a different restaurant but because of our Covid nerves we haven’t gone to visit at all.

Today we changed that. We got a take out order, left a munga tip, and I went in to pick it up. He’s at his dad’s this week so my visit was sort of like bonus time.

I ordered two things I haven’t had since the surgery. Chicken fingers and fries. I’ve had a metric tonne of chicken over the last 3+ months, but these chicken fingers are breaded. I haven’t had anything breaded yet. As for the french fries, well, I haven’t been in the same room as fries since May. I was concerned about trying both things. I measured out a little more than three ounces of chicken and another three ounces of fries.

I was pleased with the way the chicken went. It tasted good and it didn’t have any negative effects. It took me a long time to get through it, but I did and all was well. I looked at the fries, which were next on the menu agenda and… chickened out. I really want to be able to eat french fries. I’ll try it, just not tonight. I swapped them out for some grapes.

And all was right with the world, and my stomach.