I have a "difficult" alter ego. I call her Molly McQuirky.
Molly is a real hoot when you take her to a restaurant, because she tends to be a little picky about food. This is especially so when she has little control over how it was prepared.
Beef is hardly ever ordered because her idea of "medium-well" is very particular. The middle must be an exact shade of barely pink with no visible charred black stuff on the outside.
Come along with Molly as she orders...
MEXICAN- 2 enchilladas, no jalapenos, no black olives, black beans on the inside, not the outside, low-fat cheese and sour cream, no rice on the side, NO_NO_NO hot sauce. Actually, no sauce of ANY kind. BIG Shout-out to Tijuana Flats. They make Molly's order EXACTLY right, every time :-)
PIZZA- No meat, no black olives, not too much oregano in the sauce, not too overdone (not a speck of black on the dough).
CHINESE- No white rice-just steamed brown rice, no broccoli, no dark chicken meat with visible fat ,no fried meat or seafood, no spicy sauce.
SUSHI- No large chunks of raw fish, no wasabi, no chopsticks, no pickled ginger. A couple of California rolls, some steamed and salted edamame and she's good to go.
DELI SUBS- Publix Supermarket deli, turkey on whole wheat, VERY light mayo, lettuce, tomato, pickles, no cheese. Every.Single.Time.
Anyone volunteer to take Molly out for lunch?
This post was inspired by Meg At The Member's Lounge and her tale of her former bosses ordering lunch