blithelybliss.

I WISH

I weren’t such a picky eater.

No one in my family is as particular as I am. Well there’s my three year old nephew, he has me beat.
My sister’s son is the finicky one. I have two three year old nephews, the other is my big brother’s son; that kid loves vegetables. In fact he eats whatever my sister-in-law cooks, he’s not of this world; she’s a health nut like myself.

My family and I went to dinner tonight, and I dread going out to eat with my family because I hate most chain/franchise restaurants, to be honest I can’t think of a single one that I enjoy; they chose Texas Roadhouse. I’d rather make dinner for them OR go to a small, local, family-owned foreign food joint. They are not as adventurous.
My favorite thing to do is find Thai restaurants all over the metroplex; sadly I haven’t found any Indian restaurants I’m in love with yet.

I dread it because I end up eating a fourth of some crappy grilled chicken salad with water or sweet tea. Then in the wee hours of the night (i.e. right now) my stomach is pissed off because it’s empty, leaving me unable to sleep, perusing tumblr, and dreaming of a non-American dish I wanted instead.

SideNote (since I’m talking about food): I’d really appreciate if they had IIFYM info under each item on every menu in the U.S. (# of calories, grams of fat, grams of carbohydrates, grams of protein), it would make my life a lot easier; that concludes my wish.