September 12, 2008
Jambalaya
Shortly after Doug and I were married I had the desire to go back to school. I was only a year away from earning my degree in Business Administration and I knew if I didn’t finish at that time I probably never would. (I discovered later that the program requirements had changed and it would take three semesters instead of two, but that’s another story.)
In order for me to attend classes full time, I would have to quit my job at Sterling Optical. Doug and I discussed the pros and cons of my decision but ultimately came to the conclusion that I would need to work at least part time to make ends meet.
I decided to take a job as a waitress at Arbuckles Eatery, a casual restaurant in Stevens Point. I had been a customer of the joint for a long time. I knew the owners, the hours were flexible and I loved the food. It was a win-win situation.
Except, working at Arbuckles meant I would receive an employee discount. My favorites on the menu were the Create Your Own (CYO) Baked Potato, they CYO Pizza, and the California Burger. Each night after working the evening rush, I’d order dinner to go and walk five blocks home to our apartment. Doug loved this perk of the job. I did, too, because I rarely had to cook!
One evening I decided to change things up a bit. I always ordered the same dishes from memory. This time I would actually open the menu and see what else looked good.
Under the “Pasta” heading on the menu was an entree called Jambalaya. It was penne pasta, chicken, andouille sausage and shrimp in a cajun alfredo sauce. I went back to the kitchen and asked for a taste-test. It was carbohydrate heaven.
The cook made me an order to go and I took it home to share with Doug. Apparently, the walk home caused all the grease to rise to the top of the creamy sauce. When I spooned some into two bowls, Doug and I were stunned with how greasy the Jambalaya was. It was like grease soup. I’m exaggerating only a tiny bit.
We skimmed the fattening oil off the top of the pasta and Doug and I enjoyed our dinner. It was delicioso. The cajun seasoning was just right. Not bland, but definitely not too spicy.
After dinner we both retired to the couch and watched bad TV.
“Do you realize we just ate the most unhealthy meal ever?” Doug asked.
“Yeah….but wasn’t it gooooood?” I countered.
He didn’t even have the energy to shrug. The grease was probably clogging our arteries as we flipped from channel to channel.
“Don’t ever order that again.” Doug said.
He was right. It was the most fattening meal ever created, and I felt like a moose after eating it. But, what I wouldn’t give just to have a small dish of that again. The only thing that stops me from getting an order to go is the visions of that grease flowing through my veins!
What’s the unhealthiest meal you’ve ever eaten?
Posted by Dana @ 7:34 AM • The Mommy Files
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September 13th, 2008 at 4:36 PM, Headless Mom Says:
I used to work at Macaroni Grill-some of their dishes would definitely rival that one!
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