Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Salad, Welcome To My Life

I promised a friend of mine that I take her out to dinner. Everybody that knows me personally will know that when I make a promise to a friend, I will do my best to keep. I believe in keeping promises. If I knew that I wasn't going to be able to do it, I would be honest and said I won't be able to do it. I believe in that quote strongly.
"Don't make promises you know you can't keep."

I made this promise to my friend Jessica weeks ago. She thought I forgot about it. She kept on reminding me for days about the whole thing. I told her there was no way in hell I forgot about it. My schedule has just been incredibly crazy. If I wasn't at work, I was at the library promoting Roque's Reality, doing product reviews, and contributing to the two websites I have been working with for a long time. If I wasn't at the library, I was probably at an audition. If I wasn't at an audition, I was probably at home, doing the same thing I was doing at the library.

Life has been moving so fast I have been taking advantage of every opportunity given to me. It has caused me to spend less time with my friends, but what else can I do? I can't just sit on the couch and do nothing.


Then finally, a day arrived when I finally had a break. I walked up to Jessica and told her that I was finally taking a break, and we went out to eat. I took her to Cafe Maspero, a wonderful Southern restaurant on Decatur Street. She told me weeks before that she has been working so much she never had any deep southern food. For southern people, they know what I'm talking about. I'm not talking about one plate of craw fish. Down here, we have the whole enchilada: craw fish, turkey necks, corn on the cob, and top it all off with Daiquiris and margaritas.

That's why I thought Cafe Maspero was going to be something good for her. We walked inside and she was already amazed. It had a wonderful southern setting. Customers were coming in and out. The menus were pure Southern ranging from sandwiches to shrimp. The prices were completely recession proof.

Jessica and I sat down and began to order. I ordered red beans and rice with a side order of french fries. Jessica decided to take a chance by eating a plate of shrimp with french fries. I warned her that the plate was going to be huge. The last time I went there I am pretty sure I ate thirty pieces and they tasted heavenly.

However, the first order that came was a plate of salad. The waiter placed the salad near the both of us and I got nervous. I haven't had salad since I was a little boy. At that time, my taste buds despised it. I stared at that salad with a war look on my face. I wanted to burn it to the crisp and throw it out the window. However, the new me loves trying out new food. My mind was telling me not to jump to conclusion and get rid of the salad without trying. I grabbed that fork and chopped on some lettuce and tomatoes.

The results was me eating the most amazing salad I have ever had in my life. I really liked it. I didn't want to avoid eating it anymore. Not only that, but when the food arrived, the salad made it easier for the food to digest. It was at that moment that I knew salad was going to be a part of my life. The get together that evening at Cafe Maspero apparently worked out for the both of us.

Jessica finally got a chance to eat some Southern food and I welcomed something that I used to hate when I was a little kid back into my eating life.

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