I've mentioned before that few things in life make SM as happy as a good buffet. He's all about variety. Me? I can eat the same thing day in and day out but not my Squeetie Man. He's always on the lookout for a good buffet.
We used to have a pretty good Chinese buffet in Charlotte but they closed down during the Great Recession. I expect the "All You Can Eat" philosophy along with rising food prices was just not a good combination.
I had to learn to tolerate SM's love for buffets though. I've always been a pretty decent cook so it's not like we eat out often, but when we did SM would sometimes suggest one and I'd give over.
You see, as a general rule buffets turn me off.
It's just too much.
Too much food, too many smells, too much noise...It's like a bunch of animals feeding.
When we lived in Virginia Beach there was a seafood place called Captain Georges. When we moved there 20 years ago it was all anyone could talk about so of course we went.
The first time we walk into one, it was a huge dim room with huge buffet tables piled high with any kind of raw, steamed, fried and broiled seafood you could imagine. SM toured the tables before we sat down.
Boy was he excited. The waiter came by to bring us water and explain the rules. I sat there, assaulted by all the smells and turned green.
"I can't do it." I said to SM, eyes wide. "I can't sit here and eat this stuff. It's too much." So we left.
SM was obviously disappointed but convinced me to try again another day and this time we went to a Captain Georges that had windows all around and a much more "brighter/fresher" feel to it. And this time I stayed. I sucked it up for my baby and eventually came to like it. Captain Georges became a frequent habit while we lived in VB.
Fast forward 20 years and we rarely go out to eat at all now. SM says it's because my food is better than their food. (Ha. I knew it all along.) But Mr. Buffet is still hiding in there somewhere and SM's always on the lookout for something new to jazz up my repertoire.
Yesterday was payday and I had a list of foodstuffs that we needed from Sam's and Walmart. I had my usual day at work but SM had some time in the afternoon and volunteered to do the shopping for me.
Gotta love that man!
So I handed over the debit card and when I pulled into the driveway last night, SM was pulling in too. So we unloaded. And I found this.
Looks like Mr. Buffet went shopping with SM.
"You're OK with making me some Chicken Noodle Soup this weekend, right?" SM asked.
(Now you know what's on the menu for Soup Sunday, and if you need me to give you a recipe for Chicken Noodle Soup...Well, we really are in trouble.)
"Yep." I said, eyeballing the box.
"Well, I thought these sounded like they would taste really good with it." SM says, tapping the box. "See? It looks really easy to make. We've got cheese right?" He asked. Wow! He actually read the instructions?
"Yeah...You know, these look pretty good on the box at least." I admitted approving his purchase. I sometimes give him a lot of grief if he buys something I could have made myself. But I've never thought of this combo before. (I'm already thinking about how I can make these from scratch though.)
It's not a bad thing living with Mr. Buffet. He keeps me on my toes, I can tell you that!