Peter Rabbit

Gllen doesn't believe me when I tell him that I absolutely ABHOR celery. It's a vegetable that everyone says, "But it doesn't taste like anything!" when it really DOES taste like something, and that something is not anything I want in my mouth, or flavoring my foods, or adding stupid 'crunch' when an alternative would be much better. Celery destroys everything it touches. That is my opinion. I am not going to change it. Eat your damn celery, more for you - less for me.

Gllen thinks that somehow, I'll taste it one day and be changed. He tried to change my mind just the other day as we were driving to BeWiched. He told me that I just needed to change my mind set. "Imagine you are a rabbit," he advised. "Just a happy rabbit chewing on some delicious celery."

I wrinkled my nose, which was as rabbit-like as I was going to get. "That would never work."

Gllen tried to weave the story further, "And you're a naughty rabbit. You're in the neighbor's garden, eating their celery."

"WHAT?!?!" I shrieked. "I'm a naughty rabbit? What the..." I just started to laugh, barely able to steer the car through the next intersection. "How does being a naughty rabbit make celery taste good?"

Gllen chuckled too. "I don't know. Because it's forbidden."

I feel like, after 6 years, I just learned something new... and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

Priorities

I had to take Gllen's van to work today - more car issues with my Saturn. He was saddened because he had been hoping to go to Bewiched today. So I promised that I would make an effort to pick up sandwiches after work.

But then, all this severe weather started up, and the following chat ensued:

me: how are you holding up in the heat?

gllen: it's hot out? acs are working good i guess, 77.9 degrees

me: yes, it's disgusting out
and there will be tornados
which might prevent me from getting bewiched

gllen: what?? what's more important? not dying in a tornado or getting bewiched??
seriously?

me: um....

We Have A Winner

Ever since we saw the Food Wars episode about the Jucy Lucy, Gllen has wanted to get a taste of the competition.

On the way there, we counted down the history of the worst dates we've ever been on. I was surprised that Gllen could even remember a single date, much less the worst ones. Surprise, surprise. His opinion of our worst dates have nothing to do with me... just the quality of the restaurant and the service. Top of the list was a bad service experience at Don Pablos. Go figure. And then, conversely, the best date was this year's Valentine's - because it was at BeWiched.

And I think everyone knows who was the winner of the Jucy Lucy war. Gllen has obviously become a true Minnesotan.

Sad Little Valentine

Gllen took me to Be'Wiched for Valentine's day. Actually, we took ourselves, as we went Dutch. The waitress was impressed by this.

Anyway, it was an amazing meal, (see the menu) and in the middle of it, the chef came over to our table to ask how our meal was. I saw this coming, as he had stopped by several other tables to inquire other patrons the same thing, so I was trying to give Gllen subtle warnings of "what do you want to say to the chef?". He didn't get it. So, the chef stops over and asks, "how is everything tonight?" and Gllen clams up. I am left to do the talking. I tell him that we are never disssapointed, he tells us we are too kind, etc. He even asks Gllen, "Hey, you ordered short ribs from us before, right?" It was like a year and a half ago, and I'm impressed that this guy even remembers. Gllen just nods.

When we arrived home, Gllen was remorseful. He told me, "I'm so depressed right now. I wish when he came over I could have been friendly and told my hero how much I loved everything. Instead, he thinks I'm that hateful man that ordered shortribs one time. I hate being shy."

It was so sad. I asked him, "What would you have said instead? Let's pretend I'm the chef". Here's how the conversation could have gone:

Chef: How is everyhing tonight?

Gllen: I loved everything. It's alway so good here.

Chef: Aren't you the guy that ordered short ribs a while back?

Gllen: Yeah, they were amazing. Do you guys do dinner anymore?

Chef: Yes, we are trying to do it so you don't even have to call in advance, you can just come in and get dinner on the fly.

Gllen: I love you.

The Spice of Life

I have been using Gllen's van to get around town these days, because my car won't start for mysterious reasons. (Taking it in to the shop on Friday.) This is seriously cramping Gllen's style, as he is no longer able to jet-set off to Bewiched, Chipotle or the gas station. This morning, he sadly said "I need energy drinks." Now, I do feel bad for taking his transportation away, and if I'm anywhere that sells energy drinks, I'll buy some and bring them home. I reminded him of this fact. His response, "But I need them every day." My bright idea was that he order them in bulk online, have a stockpile and save money. Of course, that won't do, because he says "But I like a variety."

I Like Ingredients Too

Today I called Gllen up to see if he needed anything from the grocery store, as I was heading out there on my lunch break. I almost knew the answer before he started speaking, as lately he's been on a kick to recreate the Bewiched sandwiches. I could almost imagine the gleam in his eye as he started to list, "French Bread, a pound of roast beef and a really red tomato. YES!" (emphasis on the YES!) He was so excited by these ingredients, that I'm pretty sure he punched his fist in the air. I wasn't there, but I can tell these things.

Bewiched Will Do What?

So, Gllen is home. He was super excited to put on his hat and gloves - I'll post a picture soon. I know he's happy to be home, sleep in his own bed tonight, etc. Our reunion was short-lived, however, because he immediately started thinking about Bewiched. This is his new obsession and he loves it even more than Chipotle. I don't think he's gone to Chipotle in three months, because of this new love affair with Bewiched. They truly do have THE BEST sandwiches I've ever tasted. Just ask Gllen about it, and he'll talk your ear off about the amazingness of Bewiched. If they put sawdust in a sandwich, it would probably taste good. Gllen has been known to wake up in the morning, and before even blinking his eyes twice, he's already mentioned "Bewiched?".

Of course, we make the trip out there. On our way back, we were talking about the egg salad sandwich neither of us has tried. Gllen insists that is the probably the best egg salad anyone could ever imagine. He said, "They probably take it to a whole new level." I had a hearing malfunction and thought he said: "It will blow a hole in your mouth."