A Culinary Adventure

still in Arizona ~

Whenever I visit my brother we spend most of our time filling in the time between eating. Honestly, I never eat so much as when I'm with him. Thanks to his speed-of-light metabolism, Mark is one of those people who has to eat every so many hours or he gets light-headed. Our dad was the same way. At 80 he could eat more than most high school football players.

Our mother, on the other hand, is a grazer. She eats just a little at a time all day long. And she is not an experimenter. She can eat the same food again and again. Eating is not an adventure for her at all.

The thing is, Mark likes to go out to eat. That means we are familiar with quite a few restaurants in the greater Phoenix area. Last night we did Thai food. We have already stretched Mom's culinary horizons over the past several days, but Thai food was the topper.

She was a great sport and ordered a curried dish, which she ate with great gusto and delight. Indeed, Mom was quite proud of herself for trying something so new and daring. Perhaps she dove in, however, with a little too much gusto because she woke up this morning with a bit of a food hangover. Or to quote her directly, "I could have puked."

Yep, her tummy was a little taken aback by the assault. I'm sorry that she awoke at 3 a.m. with the overwhelming urge to throw up, but the look on her face this morning was priceless when she was describing how she would "never, never eat curry again."