Being smitten can make you do some crazy things. You stop eating, you stop sleeping, you start smiling for no reason, you stare off into space while people are sharing a conversation with you. I've even seen chicks walk into trees they were so moonstruck. No joke. Ok, just one girl.
In my case, my crush has recently made me a fan of chicken, which is usually my least favorite form of protein. Gasp! It's true. The first time happened a couple weeks back, while on a date at a soul food restaurant called Maggie Brown with a certain someone special. I felt unnaturally compelled to try the spicy buffalo wings that my dining companion had deemed en fuego, while holding back tears and fanning his face... In fact, I trimmed off all the meat from the bones, licked my fingers, then boasted about how I could stand to turn the heat up to 11.
A handful of dates later, at db Bistro Moderne, again with the certain someone special and a team of other very important persons, I pulled a similar 180ยบ move and ordered the Organic Chicken Breast on a pillow of Creamy Polenta with Carmelized Cipollini Onions, Black Trumpet Mushrooms and Wilted Arugula. And happily ate it all! (This time minus the finger-licking, natch.)
Nevermind that it turned out to be the best dish on the menu. The real issue here is that I hardly recognize myself when I look in the mirror anymore. Chicken? Really? Who. Am. I?
Thank God it was organic.
You just needed to open your mind to the beauty that is the chicken. That "someone" sure seems special in my book!
Posted by: Linda | January 31, 2012 at 12:47 AM
it might be that the chicken was from the west side of the river.
Posted by: ryan | January 31, 2012 at 09:32 PM