In the past couple of months I've gotten into this weird trend of being dared to eat strange and random things. While this sort of gives me flashbacks to elementary school when the mean girl said I had to put taco sauce on my salad and then eat it, it is also leaving me confused because today I realized, "Wait a second, I am the one daring myself to eat these weird things." Am I just bored or am I trying to entertain my friends by becoming a freak show?
At Serena's birthday party in November, I was setting up my cheese/pepperoni platter and marshmallow platter* when I got the bright idea to make a marshmallow and pepperoni sandwich. Steven was there and, per his usual role, encouraged me to eat this interesting** concoction while he took pictures.
Now that I think about it, pepperoni and Steven were involved one other time when he and I went to Charlottesville to see Rogue Wave. We went to some restaurant where I convinced him that we needed to order everything so when I realized we had both pepperoni and honey mustard on our table, I knew it was a mixture to be tasted. He again took pictures. Actually, I lied. I guess he didn't capture the actual eating of the honey mustardoni, but that photo does show the "after" part of dinner.
Probably the instance I am least proud of occurred Saturday at work when I was on my lunch break. Steven*** was just getting off of work and sat down at the table with me as he regrouped before heading home. Lately the managers have been bringing in candy for us and leaving it in big glass bowls in the breakroom. It's nice of them, but if it's their effort to make me not hate the place, it wont work. Anyway, while helping ourselves to some kisses****, I noticed there was one in there without a wrapper. Immediately I thought back to the Halloweens of yore when my mom would remind me over and over about not eating any of the suspicious candy especially those pieces without wrappers. Well, for some reason, I decided that eating the unwrapped piece of candy would make for great entertainment and once I said the idea outloud, Steven encouraged me to do it. So, I did. This was a few days ago, though, and I'm still alive so I'm feeling okay about it. Except that it was kind of gross. Not the taste-it tasted great.
This weird freak eating is not a trend I want to continue. I don't want it to become my "thing." I guess I just need to be extra careful when Steven and pepperoni are around.
*Seperate platters. And shut up about my choice of platters, ok? I also made MINIBAGELPIZZAS!
**I'm not going to say disgusting because in theory marshmallows-GOOD....pepperoni-GOOD, so together? Should be good, right?
***Seriously, I am now going to blame him for any future tastings or cases of food poisoning. He is a bad influence.
****HERSHEYS! Jeez, that's how rumors get started, people.