So I wrote up ten “one-shot” resolutions.
I had already done one of them — performing in a scripted show.
I tried once before to do another one — eating something I’d never tried before — by going to a Mexican restaurant that has tongue tacos. The day we went, they were out of tongue. (How do you run out of tongue? Was there a run on tongue?)
I’d still like to try tongue tacos at some point (and a friend has given me another lead on a place that has them), but it turned out that I can cross that resolution off my list by trying something else.
Although I think I have to try more. Like, right now. Because I had such a tiny little bit.
Ugh. Hang on. I’m going to go get it.
All right. I have it.
And right now, I know some of you are thinking, “Wait, wait, wait. Tongue — that’s creepy and gross and ewww. Rhubarb butter isn’t weird at all, and I love it, and why is that a big deal?”
Here’s the thing.
I don’t like cooked rhubarb. I’ve had a little raw rhubarb — very tart and I loved it. But cooked rhubarb takes on a texture that I find very challenging. By challenging I mean I gag and choke and I feel like I’m going to hock up all the loogies ever.
Also, I don’t like apple butter, pear butter, pumpkin butter, etc… I just don’t care for them at all.
So Ann bought some rhubarb butter recently, and the other night I tried the teeniest bit of it on the end of a spoon. I think one of my comments was, “No… my palate doesn’t comprehend that.”
It was smooth like butter, but it tasted like lemons and nutmeg.
It seemed like a very strong flavor, and I gave it a second teeny-tiny taste; I had the same reaction, and I put it away. When I started the blog tonight, I figured, I had completed the resolution.
But no. I tasted it, but I didn’t really eat it.
So I just made a piece of toast with butter and rhubarb butter.
I have to say, it was much better.
I’ve completed two out of ten now, but I still think I’m going to try a tongue taco.