So there I was. I had to go somewhere last weekend and it was kind of a long drive. I was running around trying to get my act together when I remembered that someone ran all the gas out of our zippy little, new-to-us car.
"Honey!" I yelled, "Quick! Gimme some gas money!"
He looked at my dubiously, wise to my ways, and handed me a crisp, new $20 bill. "For gas." He said, "Gas. Use it for gas. G-A-S."
I snatched it out of his hand and ran off with a, "Yeah, whateve's." And then I drove off fast. I went and did what I had to do.
Much later in the day we both piled into the car to go somewhere entirely different...
"Bah!" He yelled, "Why isn't there any gas in the car! What did you do with all that money I gave you?"
I looked innocent and shrugged. He wasn't buying it and he continued his tirade.
"What did you do with that money? Buy magic beans?"
I just continued to look innocent and wide eyed like I had no idea what he was talking about. I honestly didn't know how to respond. It wasn't like it was ALL that money.. it was only $20. Plus I had other expenses. I mighta bought gas... or something else entirely.
In my defense, there are in fact, two perfect places in the state of Ohio to get the chicken buffet. The gold standard being, of course, Mrs. Yoders. The second is Ben & Joy's out in Mount Sterling. They don't even have a link or anything. Just show up hungry and wearing your fat pants. Make sure you get the pie.
But the third.... the third most perfect place to get the chicken buffet is Goodwin's in Circleville. And there I found myself on the horns of a dilemma. Sure the car needed gas, but I needed chicken more.
I went in prepared for battle. I see the chicken buffet as some kind of personal test. All you can eat? Challenge accepted.
I destroyed that buffet. I took no prisoners. They had to bring more chicken out from the kitchen. I don't make rookie mistakes like filling up on stupid salad or bread... oh no... when I go for chicken - I go for chicken. That buffet didn't stand a chance.
After a while the waitresses started standing back in wonderment. They they started taking bets. Then they started hoping I would leave. But I wasn't done yet.
There was a guy there who was also working his way thru the buffet. He looked like the kind of guy who could eat a lot of chicken. He turned out to be some kind of casual. I lapped him. Twice. I was not messing around.
Then at last I sat with the bones of mine enemy piled high in front of me on an extra plate. I nodded my victory... and then I went back for apple cobbler with ice cream. Cuz, you know, you gotta get your money's worth, right?
That is how I found myself being falsely accused of buying magic beans. Magic beans my patootie, I ate every chicken in that room.
The Big Man harrumphed his discontent.
It got worse.
So much, much later I wasn't hungry at all. I mean, who could be? My husband that's who. I struggled for a dinner idea that required the least amount of effort due to me being still a little chicken drunk. Nachos. That's easy, right? I went to find the ingredients.
Wouldn't you know it. Not one can of beans. Not one - magic or otherwise.
The Big Man glared at me over his beanless nachos. It was very sad.
I wasn't sad tho. I didn't have to eat for the next two days either. I know someone who is lucky enough to go to Mrs. Yoders this weekend. I can't go but soon.... very soon I will find a reason to drive up there. And that buffet won't stand a chance either.
Happy Wednesday everyone! Have you been falsely accused of buying magic beans? Did you instead eat every chicken in that room?
note: Game of Thrones nerds click here for that scene. Descent folks should not click on it..and if you do, for heavens sakes, turn your sound down so you don't get in trouble.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
On being falsely accused of buying magic beans.
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Ha! France is not noted for its international cuisine - everything is, well, French. However, there is a cracking Chinese restaurant in town - the cost at lunchtime is €9 - about $10 - and all you can eat buffet. It is my dear OH's ambition to eat a plate of everything in the buffet, but sadly, even he can't manage that.
LOL! That's what he gets for trusting you with $20.
That is a big goal, VH! Ha! I wonder how french chinese food compares? the us chinese food has been pretty americanized... but you can find some authentic for sure.
WHS - I know! I'm going to have to work my way out of the dog house.
Too funny, I reckon it was money well spent. Happy wife happy life.
Thanks for the laugh!
Thanks for the laugh
What a hoot! Thanks for the giggle! And I'm most jealous that you'll be headed to Mrs. Yoders sometime soon! =)
Thanks Fiona - that's what I'm always telling him! Ha!
Thanks, Dave.... I think I'll have to take him to the buffet next time.
MT - we are absolutely going soon. I need an excuse to go to their auction so I'll be on my way.
I went to Mrs. Yoders today and I filled up on the chicken and the fish and the mashed potatoes and more chicken and a little more fish and a little bowl of clam chowder... and tiny plate of salad... just for looks. The stuffing wasn't so good today, though. I was bumming for that. Her stuffing was really yummy the last time we were there.
Carolyn - you are SO lucky!!!
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