Thursday, November 02, 2006

DREAMS CAN COME TROI, IT COULD HAPPEN TO MOI

I have to start writing down more of my wishes in this blog! TWO of my wishlist items came mostly true within the span of one week. I am gobsmacked.

First, on Tuesday, I ate one of the spiciest meals of my life, and it was witnessed by two friends, one who really does possess a remarkable laugh! Though he didn't utilize his laugh during the course of our meal as he was too busy enduring his own personal trial against the Ma Po Tofu and Fresh-Killed Chicken Ching Quong Style, I refuse to be disappointed. We ate at Grand Schizuan on 9th Avenue, one of my All-Time Faves, and our dishes were so extremely spicy that at one point my friend started shaking from instant fever-chills. I'll admit that the chicken dish, composed almost 90% of both Chi-Chien peppers (very hot, thin-skinned red peppers) and illegal Schizuan peppercorns (tiny little buds that taste like you're licking a battery when they hit your tongue), was more of a physical challenge than a gustatory experience, but I thought it was great, nonetheless. The Ma Po Tofu was super-spicy and oily, and it became the catalyst for a not very ladylike conversation over the term "spicing" which I've mentioned previously in this blog.

Then, tonight, my friend Matt, who might be the most instinctually generous person I have ever met, surprised me at a rehearsal with mini steaks and truffled creamed spinach. I didn't have a knife, so I stuck the steaks on my fork, making little steak lollipops, and bit off the meat that way. Well, I literally bit off more than I could chew, because I ended up swallowing such an enormous chunk of meat that my throat actually stretched out and now I have a hurty throat because of my lack of patience and glut of gluttony. The spinach? DIVINE! Yes, I just wrote that down almost without irony or shame, but it really was divine despite it being served at room temperature! That's the power of cream, truffles, and spinach. Which reminds me: Popeye, when are you gonna drop that Olive Oil and marry me? We are MEANTske for each otherske, sailor! Ah guh guh guh guuuh! Seriously: text me the next time you drop anchor.

So: two food wishes in a single week. Not bad, right?! Hey, I'm Megan: I DID it!