Ever have deja vu?
We are still in Ft. Myers...and the other day, we headed to one of our favorite watering spots for dinner, Doc Ford's.
Now, remember - we were here in Ft. Myers the first week in June...
So, back to Doc Ford's...and because I've never met a crab cake I didn't like, the minute my eyes lit on "crab cakes" on the menu, that was it. I needed to go no further...well, other than deciding to supplement the crab cakes with a delicious bowl of clam chowder soup.
My food arrives, and I take a sip of the soup...it is creamy, hot...and wait a minute. It's peppery. Too peppery. For me, anyway. My stomach is so sensitive that at some point in the near future, I will be destined for a permanent diet of milquetoast. Except I'm lactose intolerant. And I'm allergic to wheat. So, I guess even milquetoast is out of the question.
Anywho, the clam chowder is too spicy for me to eat. Darn it.
So, I take a bite of the crab cakes...they're flaky, flavorful...and wait a minute. They're spicy. WAAAY spicy. There's some sort of chipotle sauce on the top of them that is burning my mouth.
And then...deja vu.
"Hey," I said....very suspiciously. And I narrow my eyes at my Hubby, as if this was all his fault.
Hubby catches the look, and says, defensively, "What? What did I do??"
I said, "This meal...the clam chowder and crab cakes...is EXACTLY what I had when we were here in June. And I couldn't eat it then, because it was too spicy."
Hubby says, "And....your point?"
"My point, I said...patiently...as if talking to a 3-year old...geesh...."My point, is that you should have remembered that I ordered this and that I couldn't eat it....Why did you let me order it again?"
Hubby looked at me in disbelief.
"I'M supposed to keep track of what you eat and what you can't eat?" he said...and yes, I detected a bit of an attitude in his voice. The nerve.
"Well," I said..."I think that was all part of the marriage vow thingy - you know, sickness and health, spicy or not spicy."
I sat back and looked at him, pleased that I had made my point.
Hubby sat silently for a minute, chewing and swallowing his grilled chicken salad. He then said, "And if I'm remembering those marriage vows, I think there was a part in there about death do us part. And if you don't watch out, that may come sooner, rather than later, for you."
Note to self. I guess it's MY responsibility to remember to quit ordering the clam chowder and crab cakes at Doc Ford's at Ft. Myers Beach. I herby absolve Hubby of any responsibility on this in the future.