Taste is on the tongue of the beholder

This post on the chili reminds me of a visit Mocha-momma and I made to Applebees one time. We decided to have an appetizer, and went with the ‘Hot’ Buffalo Wings. We asked the waitress if they were really hot, and she assured us they were and that some people couldn’t eat them. Ooooh, the anticipation.

Wait a minute, these are hot wings? We asked her if she brought us the right order; and she said she had. Evidently Applebees in MN serves the Norwegian version of hot wings. I’d serve them to infants and I don’t think they’d blink an eye while gnawing on one.

Another recollection: I dated a girl during my last year of college and for a year or so after. Her father had come over from Norway right before WWII. He still had a heavy accent and was pretty old school. Every single meal of their lives was meat, potato and vegetable. I actually made a polish meal for them one time, which included golopka, (pronounced gawumki), which is stuffed cabbage, the stuffing being hamburger, onion, rice and mushrooms. He ate just a little, and I’m pretty sure he had a pork chop and baked potato hidden somewhere that he could get to. What a bland way to go through life.