I do not like for my food to touch each other. When we order Chinese food in, I get multiple small plates to avoid the sauce from the Bali Maki Steak from mixing with the Sweet and Sour Sauce for my Egg Rolls, which the eleventh commandment states shall not touch the Beef Fried Rice and Soy Sauce. It's quite a spread.
Even though I like all these dishes and food is touching each other within the dishes, I freak out if the main dishes touch. I do not like it, Sam I am. Boundaries are important.
When Joey's dad said he was Spaghetti Carbonara, I (obviously) asked him what went into the dish. "Bacon, eggs, and spaghetti. You like all those things, right?"
What a loaded question! Of course I like all those things! But I wouldn't put them all together! Not on one plate! Certainly not in one pot!
But once you've committed to adventuring, there's no turning back.
Eggs, bacon, and spaghetti all in one pot. Anarchy. Pure anarchy.
Spaghetti Carbonara was not my favorite Dixieland adventure (which is not a ride in Disneyland surprisingly). Luckily, the fresh black pepper was big enough that I could pick it out. The bacon was delicious. I still like eggs, and I still like pasta.
I just prefer for some of my foods not to touch. While Spaghetti Carbonara was not the trauma that I thought it would be, I definitely enjoyed the outing to the Indian restaurant more. In fact, the Indian restaurant might have been the best adventure of my vacation.
A side note about how far I've come: I ate a small bowl of baked beans!
OTC allergy medicine for scale?
Eight months ago, I was bragging about eating a tablespoon. Now I can eat at least half a cup! Truly a sign of progress!