I am exhausted. This post is late because I basically slept all day yesterday once I got back from Atlanta. I could probably sleep another three days and be totally ok.
I left for Auburn on Thursday to visit Ben, because I’m a silly girl who misses her boyfriend. He picked me up in Atlanta and brought me back to Auburn where he made a delicious pork roast in the crock pot. Friday morning I tried to stick to my diet by working out while Ben was in class. After he got out of class, we drove around the backroads around the city. We saw a bunch of cows. Nothing too exciting.
For dinner we went to a place called Cheeburger Cheeburger that looked like an old-fashioned diner like in “Grease.” They had a huge list of ingredients so you could build a custom burger, and an even bigger list of ingredients to build a perfect milkshake. I had a burger with cheddar cheese, onions, guacamole, tomatoes, chopped garlic, and bacon, and stuck with a Dr. Pepper float. Ben got a chocolate milkshake with irish cream that was pretty delicious. We also split a thing of fries and onion rings. It was pretty delicious, but I definitely felt gross afterward.After dinner, a bunch of his friends went to see Prometheus but we didn’t want to go, so we hung out with his roommate and built a blanket fort and played with glow sticks.
On Saturday Ben and I lazed around and spent most of the day watching HBO’s Girls, and other television shows/youtube videos. For dinner we went to this mediocre barbecue restaurant that RAN OUT OF COLLARD GREENS (how do you run out of collard greens?? At a barbecue restaurant?? IN THE SOUTH?!?!). And the night pretty much went down hill from there, culminating in the shooting deaths of three people literally right outside of Ben’s apartment. All in all, not exactly how I pictured spending my time in Auburn.
On Sunday we tried our hand at making homemade crunchwrap supremes. We failed miserably, although it was a fun failure. Ben took me back to Atlanta and we met up with Sean and Christine for dinner for some of the worst pizza I’ve ever eaten.
Although I was pretty disappointed in most of the food I ate over the weekend (Ben’s pork, and Cheeburger excluded) I still love food enough to enjoy the experience of trying new things. There’s a risk you take when eating at a new restaurant. This could either be something great or something awful, but you’ll never know until you try. Which brings us to this week’s quote from Mexican journalist, Alma Guillermoprieto.
“I love food and I love everything involved with food. I love the fun of it. I love restaurants. I love cooking, although I don’t cook very much. I love kitchens.”