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Background: I've mentioned before that I have an extremely severe allergy to tomatoes. This was an adult onset allergy, so even though I'd had some trouble with tomatoes before my 20's (general indigestion and other gastric effects), I would still occasionally eat things I really loved, like spaghetti. Oh my deity how I love spaghetti, and I haven't been able to eat it in years and years, until our own, incredible Jester decided to challenge himself to make a sauce that tastes like regular tomato sauce but had no tomatoes in it. He succeeded beyond my wildest imagination, but it's an expensive sauce to make so I don't make it very often. [/endbackground]
So, Monday I decided I really wanted spaghetti, so off to the store I went to get the necessary ingredient. This sauce requires red peppers. A LOT of red peppers. Particularly if you're cooking for 5. So there I am selecting a metric shit ton of red peppers and this guy approaches me saying something about how I must love red peppers. I told him that while I did love peppers, I was only getting this many because a recipe called for it. So we chatted for about a minute and went our separate ways. When I got to the check out area, guess who was coming from the other direction, aiming for the same line? Yup, red pepper guy. So we chatted for a bit while we waited, and right before I paid, he handed me his card and told me to call him sometime, and maybe we could do lunch.
Hmmmm, I've never been hit on in a grocery store before. I'm debating calling him. After all, I don't have many friends in this area yet and he didn't set of any creep alarms. Gaaaa. I wish I was good at this whole social interaction thing!
So, Monday I decided I really wanted spaghetti, so off to the store I went to get the necessary ingredient. This sauce requires red peppers. A LOT of red peppers. Particularly if you're cooking for 5. So there I am selecting a metric shit ton of red peppers and this guy approaches me saying something about how I must love red peppers. I told him that while I did love peppers, I was only getting this many because a recipe called for it. So we chatted for about a minute and went our separate ways. When I got to the check out area, guess who was coming from the other direction, aiming for the same line? Yup, red pepper guy. So we chatted for a bit while we waited, and right before I paid, he handed me his card and told me to call him sometime, and maybe we could do lunch.
Hmmmm, I've never been hit on in a grocery store before. I'm debating calling him. After all, I don't have many friends in this area yet and he didn't set of any creep alarms. Gaaaa. I wish I was good at this whole social interaction thing!
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