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Originally Posted by h2co-pilot
Went to a bbq at the neighbors last night- so yesterday afternoon I made a huge batch of red potato salad and split it into two (one for last night and one for today- 14 ppl in all). A lot of potatoes and steam and I had onion/celery hands.  But.... I don't have to do anything today but eat and plug my ears. |
Your potatoes were/are great.
Let me tell you all something about last night's BBQ. We were offered burgers, hotdogs and special, secret recipe turkey burgers.
I was stoked about the burgers and dogs, but wanted to be polite, so I said make me one of each. I mean, I really couldn't pass up the "secret" recipe turkey burger, now can I?
The cheeseburger was fantastic. All the while I was eating it I was spying the hotdog that was next on my list, but NOOOOoooooo.... One of the kids wanted another one so I let her have mine. Polite aren't I?
Time for the turkey burger. FWIW, I'm not a turkey burger fan at all. Give me beef.
I put it on a bun with some ketchup and mayo and took a bite of this "delicious, super secret turkey burger thing".
Surprise, surprise, it isn't bad. I compliment the cook and ask what's in the "super secret turkey burger". As she's telling us about the rosemary, thyme, mint, and other green things I get start getting this rather bad after-taste in my mouth.
Bite number two goes down a little slower.
Bite three goes down very slow.
I'll never finish this piece of crap on my plate. What to do, what to do?
I grab the fantastic potatoe salad that someone made and hoof-down a ton of it.
Bite number four almost comes back out. I'm gagging. Really, it's about to come out. I chew slowly keeping some of the food on each side of my mouth while swallowing itty, bitty pieces at a time.
That's it, I can't have anymore.
What to do, what to do.....
"Wow, I'm stuffed." I'm not, damnit, I want another cheeseburger and where's that kid that I gave my hotdog to?
"That was great, I just can't eat another bite." SOB, I really, really want that hotdog.
So we sat there talking while I grunted and occasionally stated how full I was while I was, drooling of what might have been.
As we left, I told CP if she ever made me one of those, I'd divorce her. She LOL because she really thought I liked the dirt burger.
I think I can still taste it and it ruined the first beer I had last night.
Oh yeah, another neighbor showed up shortly after I abandoned the thing and ordered one for himself. I swear it took him 15 minutes to get it down.
