I guess you could say I was stretching my food creativity with BBQ sauce. (Of course, if I ever need a good comeback, I have only to show him this picture: He’s a good man for putting up with the crazies. The turning-up-my-nose at diner food because when I asked the waitress if they had whole grain pasta, she laughed in my face.
I think I was going through my ambiguous post-physics pre-dietetics phase, where kitchen experiments abounded and common sense was in short supply. And I mean everything.Ĭarrot sticks? Give me something harder, why dontcha? There was a phase when I put BBQ sauce on everything.
