Picky Fingers

The girls at work got some free Chinese food today. I won't name the establishment since I don't wanna put them out of business. Someday I may (ha ha) have local readers, you know.

I have eaten at this place one time and never again. I have, all my entire life, heard bad, disgusting things about this restaurant. Every city has a few and everyone wonders how they stay open with the bad rumors floating around.

I personally know people who have worked or eaten in such places that have discovered items that just shouldn't be in/around/near the food.

That's my basis and it's people I trust.

I am very picky about where I eat. If I've heard something awful about a place, I refuse to eat there. I won't say that I'm all about cleanliness of my body, I eat as much fried junk as the next guy. However, I am all about eating food that has been cooked thoroughly and doesn't contain any cockroaches.

Mike asked me if I wanted any of the food today.

"It's ok, there's no roaches in it!" Mike laughed.
"How do you know it's clean?" I asked.
"Well..." he trailed off. "Just try it! You like General's Chicken don't 'cha?"

So I took a bite.

Nasty.

He tried to push some odd little thing toward me.

"What's in it?" I asked.
"I don't know what's in it! Just try it!" he said.
"What's it made of?" I asked, to no avail.

I later found out they were dumplings, which I never liked much anyhow. These didn't look like the kind of dumplings my grandmother made, therefore I never tasted it. It just looked... weird.

"Ooooh!" I exclaimed. "Sweet and Sour Chicken!" I opened up the container and took a bite.

"How is it?" Mike asked.
"Nasty," I answered.

Ok, I took a chance and lived life on the edge. I am quite sure those two bites will not give me Juandice or Hepatitis. I tried it at least.

Cinnamon was looking at me strangely. "I'm very picky about my food!" I exclaimed.
"I see that," she said.

Occasionally I get a huge craving for some good 'ol American greasy spoon fast food. But if I cook it at home, at least I know it's clean and won't be pink in the middle. At least I know there isn't an inch thick wall of roach ca-ca behind my oven. At least I know the dishes I'm eating off of have been washed in super hot (hot as my hands can stand it) soapy water.

At least I know that if the food makes me sick, I have no one to blame but myself.

Well, I suppose there is one downside.
I cannot sue myself for getting sick and McDonald's has money flowing through it!