Friday afternoon I decided that a dinner out would be a nice evening treat for Foodie and I. However, I wasn’t in the mood for our usual staples, and my taste buds just haven’t been the same lately. Don’t know why. Possibly hormones… the weather? Anyway, after asking Foodie for some guidance, he responded with a particularly easygoing “Whatever you want my Love.” I replied, “Ok, Mister, now that usually would be the right answer… but not today. I can’t make up my mind and need your help.” Joe said, “If it’s food, I’ll eat it.” “Yup, got it, Joe. You’re off the hook. It’s the wife‘s job to decide…”
Still drawing a blank, I searched on-line Durham/Chapel Hill restaurants. Mexican and Chinese were already out of the question. Italian? Maybe… But, nothing was calling my name. Nearing 7:00pm, I was beginning to get way too hungry and my cognitive abilities were waning. Ok, Readers, I admit it. Yes, me, Mrs. King Foodie, took out a frozen dinner, micro-waved it, and fed it to the Foodie.
The following day it weighed heavily on me that I couldn’t think of a restaurant. Yup, people are relying on me, given my status, as first lady Foodie, and I am not going to let them down. Then, the light bulb went off. Four magic words miraculously appeared in my mind…. “hole in the wall.” That’s it! That’s the reason I couldn’t pick a restaurant! I was in the mood for a “hole in the wall,” and I say that in the most favorable of ways. A regular restaurant was just not going to cut it. I was craving that priceless, but always inexpensive, homey goodness that tastes just like your mamma made it. And, if your mamma didn’t make it, likely someone else’s mamma did. Or, as they say in Spanish, your mami.