The feast of fat things

So I was in Provo this last weekend for a storytelling conference/workshop.

On Friday I met up with Cicada, her MAN, Squirrel Boy, Brinestone, Ambrosia, Bawb, and DP, who does not have a blog but does feature in other people's. It was kind of an reunion in that we all used to work like galley slaves at the same place together and now none of us have t--I mean, none of us get to work there anymore. We had dinner at The Mandarin in Bountiful. Two words: Crab and Cream Cheese Won Tons with Lemon Sauce. Those things were fabulous, and the rest of our meal was great. Also the hostesses wore really cute tops and I need to find out where they got them.

The next night I had dinner at the Bombay House in Provo and ate until I could hardly move. We had Rogan josh, chicken coconut kurma, tandoori chicken, mango lassi, garlic and potato naan. Savvy did really well until Jenny told her she was eating baby lambs.

On Sunday I hauled out my two takeout boxes from the previous nights, filled with heavenly things. Jenny and I dug in and asked my b-in-law if he would like some. He has a thing about leftovers that I've never really understood. Like, he'll eat leftovers at his house, but he'll never touch stuff that people bring home from restaurants. Only then he told me this:

At mealtimes his younger brothers and sisters were really messy, gross eaters, with runny noses and drool and all of that. At the end of every meal his mother would pick up all their plates and scrape them back into the big pot and then serve that food again as leftovers. And he has never been able to get over that.

That pretty much killed my appetite there, so it was a good thing I'd nearly finished eating. I assured him that the food I brought home had come directly from serving dishes and had never touched anyone's personal plate or utensils, but you know what? I don't blame him. I wouldn't be able to get over that either.


DP said... [reply]

You just reminded me that I still have General Tsao's chicken in my trunk.

foodie said... [reply]

I have a thing about leftovers too, but it has nothing to do with being traumatized by my mother as a child. That is another story in and of itself!

Anyway, my issues with leftovers is basically that they never taste anywhere close to being as good as they were the first time, and I usually feel ill afterwards.

CoolMom said... [reply]

I usually remember on the way home that I left my take out on the table.

Nemesis said... [reply]

Dp--isn't it nice to have today's lunch all sorted out?

Foodie, I agree that leftovers can never taste the same again, but I usually feel really good when I eat them . . .

Nemesis said... [reply]

I've done that too, Mom. Hate.

bawb said... [reply]


And hey, thanks for the link.

The McCulloch Family said... [reply]

My stomach hurts all over again after hearing that story.

Jér said... [reply]

That's just unspeakable. His mother has a lot to answer for.

C. said... [reply]

Hey, remember me? I used to work in that same place as a galley slave... how are you? I miss all you funny English kids, especially when I'm assaulted by painful grammar on a daily basis.


kristen said... [reply]

I don't do left over meat. Microwaved meat is NASTY!! If I do have something from the meat group I DO NOT put in the micro, as that will destroy all taste; I put it in the toaster oven.

The Divine Miss A said... [reply]

It sounds like you had great fun overall with the lovely English grammar people. I love you and miss you all and your lovely grammar.

blackjazz said... [reply]

Glad to hear you're still into long descriptions of food :-)

On a more serious note - the news about the Trolley Square Mall made the news in the UK this morning. On one of my visits to Utah I ate at the Brazilian restaurant there so I knew the place they were talking about. Shocking.

Azúcar said... [reply]


This is such a traumatic leftovers story I might have to take to my bed to recover.

Squirrel Boy said... [reply]

IS was actually one of my favorite places to work, but I think it was mostly thanks to my coworkers and entirely in spite of certain crazy bosses and directors. I certainly haven't stayed in touch with my coworkers from any other place I worked.

Nemesis said... [reply]

Hey, it's kind of like a reunion on here--so great to hear from you, Christina! What are you doing now?

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