My wife is more sophisticated than I am. Granted, this is as obvious as a horsefly on a powdered donut hole to anyone that knows me. You see, my wife, Renee, travels a lot for her work at the university. She has been to Disney more than all of my relatives combined, because that is where academic conferences tend to occur. Well, she has also been to Vegas more than a career gambler too. Sin City is another popular destination for her work conferences. She is also a big fan of trying new things at our local restaurants too.
“Why don’t you try the smoked pig cheeks?” she asked me one time.
“Because,” I said, “I don’t know if I will like it. I know I like brisket, so I got that.”
“Well,” she dismissed my hesitance, “You were probably a picky eater as a kid too. Did you always choose the same thing then?”
“Yeah,” I said, “I chose what my mother cooked. The other option was to not eat at all.”
That, I suppose, is why I tend to not order things I have never tried while at a restaurant. Going without food as a kid was free. Going without food at a restaurant costs $20 plus tip. Incidentally, I tried pork cheek at a pig roast not long ago, and it was delicious. One night this summer, I trained the hunting beagles until dark and then went home. I fed the dogs, put my Tek 2.0 SportDOG tracking collars on the charging station, and poured a big glass of iced tea. Continue reading →