Paradise Re-found

but I do like to try interesting things (as long as it's within my weird range of picky-ness).

Last night, we went to The Harbor in Rockwall to see the movie Juno.  It didn't start until 9:40 so we walked around for awhile and decided to eat dinner.  We found a recently opened restaurant that could only be described as attempting to be uppity Mexican food.  The menu wasn't a typical menu like from TexMex restaurants  and the prices were definitely on the high side. 

I decided to have some fun and be adventurous.  Under the beverage section, there was a drink called horchata (rice milk).  This drink was SO good and very sweet.  It balanced out the heat from the salsa really well.  Then for the main dish, I don't remember what it was called but the description said shrimp and octopus cocktail.  I was expecting five shrimp and octopi to be hanging out in a glass filled with cocktail sauce.  I was very surprised when they brought out a huge cocktail glass that was full of meat and a watery tomato soup.  It also had red onion, avocado, lime, cilantro and ceviche.  I started with the shrimp and slowly nibbled my way into the octopus and the other mystery fish.  It was extremely good.   I was very satisfied with it.

Once I had decided that I liked it, one of my roommates said, "OMG it looks like there are brains in your cocktail."  I turned the glass around to find what looked like it should have been in a sci-fi film.  I curiously dug to the bottom and found that the cocktail was also full of oysters.  Now I'm not a fan of oysters but this is only because I had never really been presented with the opportunity to try them.  So I went for it.  I'm glad I did because now I can say that I definitely do not like oysters.  They were totally gross and slimy.  As the oyster slid down my throat, my body tried vomit - twice.  I fought the reflex and managed to keep the oysters down.  But in my head, I kept imagining myself spewing oysters and horchata all over the stuck-up, snobby bitch that was sitting at the table next to ours.

People say "I'll try anything once."  This is totally not me.  I have a saying... "Anything I'll try, I'll try twice."  I'm a picky eater but the stuff I do try, I will always give a second chance.  So I will try oysters again but it won't be for a long time.

Oh btw... Juno is a really good movie.  But when she threw up in the movie, I kept my eye out for the exit sign in case the oysters tried to make another getaway.

I was running slightly behind schedule this morning and didn't get a chance to eat breakfast. 

By 9:00, my stomach was already aching (I'd forgotten that I didn't eat much of a dinner last night either).  By 9:30, I was having thoughts of eating my arm when all of a sudden...  The doors to the law firm swung open.  I was blinded by the bright rays of light.  An angelic chorus sounded...  and I could just barely recognize the outline of a man carrying some boxes.  But these were no ordinary boxes and that was no ordinary man.  He was a savior and those boxes contained 3 dozen donuts.  Thirty-six... count 'em... 36 of the most yummy southern maid donuts I had ever laid my eyes upon.   Too bad I had to share them with the rest of my coworkers.  However, since I work at the front desk, I got first pick.   I made sure I found the most delectable one in the group.  Well.. make that two... the two most delectable ones in the group.  I sent the remaining 34 inferior donuts to the kitchen and alerted my coworkers that donuts had arrived.

Well, 11:30 came around and I was starting to get a little hungry.  I sneaked into the kitchen and was horrified by what I saw. There were only 5 donuts left and they were all chocolate covered.  I ran back to my desk in a panic.  I wasn't prepared to witness the remains of the carboholic massacre that had occurred a mere 20 feet from my desk.  I composed myself and then realized that I had never had a chocolate donut before.  I had seen them plenty of times but I had never mustered the courage to try one.  I mean.. Why should I?  Glazed donuts are the best.  They've never failed me.  I was perfectly happy in sticking within my normal glazed donut comfort zone.  But then I realized... how could I go on living my life not having tried a chocolate donut?   If I died tomorrow, would I regret not trying one?  So I turned around and bolted back into the kitchen.  Sifting through the donut crumble debris, I grabbed the best looking surviving chocolate donut.   Without hesitation, I sunk my teeth into the sugar-filled temptress and...

You know... it wasn't that good.  I think I'll stick to glazed from now on.

btw... I can't wait for Hairspray tonight!