We've found a folksy, quaint local place that's turned into a favorite of hers (I kinda crush on it too. And by "local", I mean notanationalchainrestaurant.).
Today, she ordered corned beef and hash -- a food I've never tried, nor have I been interested in trying. She excitedly handed the menu to the waitress and said to me, "I haven't had that since I was a KID!"
After taking a couple bites, she offers me a bite, too, leaving a small clump of it on my plate (that was perfectly dressed in Migas, btw).
Two or three years ago, I decided I'd be more open to trying foods to broaden my palate (and apparently it's broadening my hips, too! Fail.). So, I poke my fork in this dog-food-look-alike. As it approaches my mouth, I smell it and guess what? It smells like dog food! I take a breath and resolve to remain open-minded.
First impression: this must be what dog food tastes like! GROSS!
Briny. Grainy. Strong.
Not a fan.
And neither was Mom.
More power to you if you like this stuff. Feel free to have my share.
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