Thursday, February 19, 2009

I'm showing them my mean face

Years ago, I was teaching 2nd grade and a mom told me a story about a child who would get mad and then threaten to "show her mean face". Well...I am soooo showing my mean face right now! To who, you might ask (or you may not care, but it's my blog, so I'm telling you anyway)?


Let me back up a little. Before Valentine's Day, Brian and I went to lunch at Applebee's. I should pause here to tell you that I am a huge creature of habit, and I do not enjoy change ~ AT ALL. I usually find a dish that I like at a restaurant and stick with it. Yes, I know I'm missing out on so many other great foods, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I ordered "my usual" and low and behold and smack me a somerset, it arrived with a totally different honey mustard than usual.

I gnashed my teeth while I sweetly asked the waitress if there had been some mistake. Surely this was not the honey mustard she meant to bring, surely they must have more back in the kitchen, surely this was a salad dressing or marinade or something, but IT WAS NOT MY HONEY MUSTARD. She assured me that yes, in fact, it was my honey mustard.

I should back up again. This honey mustard and I go way back. When I was in college, I was a Resident Assistant (RA). Once a month, I had weekend duty so I couldn't leave the dorm from Friday night until Sunday night. It was pure torture most of the time, but that's another post for another day. Anyway, my sweet mom would bring Applebee's honey mustard to the dorm with all kinds of varieties of chicken fingers. I can just imagine her walking into Applebee's ordering just honey mustard the 2nd weekend of every month. The employees probably saw her coming and yelled out, "Michele's on call at the dorm again this weekend". My mom ~ she is a saint.

Fast forward a few years when Applebee's tried to "mix it up" a little. It became way too honeyish and not nearly enough mustardish. I adapted. They have changed it again. I am drawing the line. I am done.

Applebees ~ You are dead to me.


Wendy said...

That is cute! I remember RA days and being on call--did you go to a Christian College? Or maybe it's like that at all colleges.

Becky said...

I think my favorite part is the "smack me a somerset." Love it.

Ok, so I am weird about honey mustard too. I hear ya sister. I am just wondering what they thought when you took a picture of their dressing. Too funny!

Shannon said...

I feel the same way. I used to love o'Charlie's baked potatoe soup then one day they changed there recipe. It is not the same, so I have turned my back on the soup at O'Charlie's.

LisaLisa said...

What in the world does "smack me a somerset" mean!? Is it an East TN thing or what?

Staci said...

I have never, in my entire life, heard the phrase, "smack me a somerset." This is the funniest thing I have ever heard and I just know that at some point it will come out of my own mouth because you have now entered it into my subconscious. Then I will get to regale whomever I said it to with your honey mustard story. I LOVE this posting, Michele. And I feel your pain - honey mustard is a special thing and just the least deviation can ruin a great condiment - don't get me started on Red Lobster's Caesar dressing! :)