I adore my friend, Alison (seen above - tall blonde on the right with “Jessica Simpson” hair, or as we now say, “Just one more notch in Tony Romo’s weight belt” hair).
Alison is smart, kind, adventurous, fun, she’s got deep convictions, she’s incredibly musically talented and, as you can see, she has beauty on the outside to match. And normally, she’s quite easy to hang out with - with one exception… if there is food involved.
Picky doesn’t even begin to describe her. I drove for miles and miles with her on I-55 praying that there would be just one restaurant on the exit signs that would meet her palate standards. I nearly left my faith on this venture, assuming God had not nor would not hear my prayers.
And another example - this is an actual conversation we had -
Alison: Where do you want to go to lunch?
Me: I don’t care. You’re the picky one. You choose.
Alison: No you choose, really. I can eat anywhere today.
Me: Why don’t you just choose?
Alison: Seriously, just choose, and I’ll find something to eat there.
Me: Okay, why don’t we go to Mimi’s Cafe then?
Alison: Well, anywhere but Mimi’s Cafe.
But I will say that these finicky ways make her perfect to host her new food blog, gimme some oven. It’s informative, beautiful and very well done. Even I (who the cats assume that any time I enter the kitchen, I must be there to give them treats) really enjoy reading this. So ready and enjoy. Bon appetit!
