Weeks and weeks ago, I decided to pick up a couple cheeseburgers from Burgerville. I love you, Burgerville!
I got these cheeseburgers because Jesse had asked me to pick him up from school that night. If I don't eat when I'm hungry, I get what's known as Low-Blood-Sugar-Cranky-Butt-Disorder. It's not pretty. It wasn't so bad until after we got married. Turns out when you know the guy is going to stick around, you don't hide the Cranky Butt as much.
Me, while dating: "Oh no, I can wait another two hours to eat! No problem!" sucks in stomach
Me, while married: "Well, I SAID I was hungry half an hour ago, so yeah, I'm still hungry WOULD YOU PULL OVER." Pretty. Is what it's not. For the sake of our marriage, I try to eat before I see him if I'm hungry.
Anyway. Cheeseburgers. I was eating the first one when I tasted something odd. Not like, kitchen-cleaner-odd, just food-that-isn't-normally-in-a-burger-odd. And I sat there for a good 30 seconds to a minute trying to figure out what the flavor was that I was tasting.
Celery, guys. It was celery. I can honestly say that with years of mastering the ability to pick green vegetables out of potato salad that I haven't had celery in probably a decade.
(Oh, and on another note? Jesse had me eat a banana last weekend which was literally the first time I've eaten a banana in it's regular state in at least nine years. And that is not an exaggeration. There's a whole uninteresting story behind why I don't eat bananas, but this is not the time.)
So I decided to write that story on a blog I read, and I got such comments as:
"Celery on a burger?!?"
"Who puts CELERY on a hamburger?"
"Celery on a burger? That is just so wrong, I can't even comprehend it."
You may notice not one of those comments said anything about my ATROCIOUS DIET. Hi, mom.
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