Tastebuds are Odd. It's the Cilantro Thing. To Some, It Adds Just the Right Touch, and to Some It Tastes Like Soap. Same with Shrimp

We got Chinese last night. Well, I ordered Spicy Shrimp for the kid (well, adult now) and I got orange chicken. Leo got fried shrimp, Bev Lo Mein, and Pam picked off of everyone's plates (Weight Watchers. It does that to you). All of us were gungho about Chitunga's shrimp, especially the onions, and the aftertaste that was amazing. I'm still licking my lips.

Later, while watching the Bills/Ravens game, however, Chitunga says, "I don't get it. Everyone was so excited about the shrimp, and I thought it was gross, especially the onions. I couldn't stand the taste." I was like, "huh?" It doesn't make sense. I would think it would be the perfect meal for him. He ate my orange chicken instead. It's a matter of taste. But it doesn't matter...

But it does. Olives. I rest my case. Celery. They shouldn't exist. Yuck.

I will eat his spicy shrimp with a smile. 

Congratulations to the Buffalo Bills, although the way the winds were blowing the flags brought too many memories of the frigid air that I know surrounded that stadium. It hurt to watch them play. Brrrrr.

And now it is Sunday. Day of rest. Work, but rest. If I am smart, it will be a day of cooking so I can get through the week without too much stress each night.

I woke up wanting more of Chitunga's shrimp and onions, and he wanted bacon and eggs. Bacon and eggs it will be.