Skewed Seasoning

Jenny and I spent an evening at The Melting Pot this weekend in celebration of her birthday.

Such a place is divine.  It transends the physical and helps you to find ways to eat more food when both your appetite and your body say they're full.

However, my favorite part of the evening came when Jenny decided to try their seasoning on her food.  It was my favorite part, because of the specific piece of food she decided to season.

It is one of those scenes I can re-live in slow motion in my head.  I pulled out a skewer that had some filet mignon on it and prepared to eat it.  Meanwhile, Jenny fished out a potato that had been sitting in the boiling sauce for 15 minutes or so, because she wanted it soft.

Just as I put my meat in my mouth, Jenny dropped the potato on her plate, immediately cut it with her knife and put half of it in her mouth.  I couldn't get the words out in time that I was thinking.  I knew it would be hotter than her mouth might be prepared for.

Her face immediately showed that was the case, both as she glanced at her drink, and then quickly around the room, spitting the potato back onto her plate.

While I laughed about this, and pointed out my noticing of her looking around, and my inability to warn her as I saw it all happening in slow motion, she decided to try the seasoning.  She sprinkled seasoning on the potatoe she had just spit out, put it on her fork, blew on it, and then ate the same potato again.

Easily my favorite memory of the meal.