Sometimes when I don't feel like cooking, I just throw a frozen meal in the toaster oven. Now, I'm pretty picky about frozen meals: specifically, I don't trust meat that I haven't cooked. All frozen or packaged dinners that I consume must be meatless. End of story. So, there's only a few frozen meal that I'll actually eat - one of them being a SmartOnes (Weight Watchers) Santa Fe Style Rice and Beans.
Now, the three times I have cooked this, Gllen always wanders out of his office and wonders aloud at what smells so good. I always tell him, "It's a diet frozen dinner that is mostly just rice and beans." This usually deters him from further questioning - rice and beans are like kryptonite to him - but he'll still continue to comment about how good it smells.
I made this little frozen dinner tonight, and of course, Gllen is led by his nose to where I'm sitting, wondering what smells so good. I tell him its my diet frozen dinner (with a dollop of sour cream and copious amounts of Frank's Hot Sauce). He recoils. I insist that he try it, just so he'll know (and maybe stop being such a lurker about it).
He grimaces as he approaches the outstretched fork. He barely opens his mouth to take in the food. He chews. He smiles. He proclaims "It's delicious!" He licks his lips and looks amazed. "Wow! That's awesome! I mean, maybe I'd add a little meat to it, but it's really good!"
At this point, I don't even know what to say. I just sit there repeating, "WHAT? You like it? What? It has rice! It has beans! ITS DIET!!!! How? What? WHAT?"
He saunters back to his office, throwing over his shoulder, "It smells good, it tastes good, that's all I need!"
I am left staring at his closed office door, baffled. He just blew my mind. People can change. Maybe the next thing he'll start to enjoy is being photographed. Or going dancing. Or maybe he'll like watching a Musical!
But I won't get my hopes up. For now, I'll just hide my frozen dinners in the back of the freezer.
