NOT RIGHT? HOW TO GET RIGHT SOONER THAN LATER WITH THE RIGHT FOOD

Feelings of being not right could be from something you ate?

What’s the last thing you found on your plate or in your bowl?

It’s probably not food poisoning, but it could be something.

For example:

If the last thing on the table was cedar plank salmon you’re probably okay.

However if you included an ocean of booze with the salmon you might have the answer.

Eater: Oh, my stomach hurts.

Cook: It’s not because it’s empty like that half rack of Oly.

Eater: Maybe it’s the salmon.

Cook: Not the salmon. I ate the same thing but skipped eleven beers.

Eater: Maybe the salad dressing.

Cook: If you’re drunk and you know it, clap your hands.

Eater: I might be sick.

Cook: You look a little green.

Eater: Don’t say I look green or I will be sick.

Cook: After the salmon you should feel in the pink, not green.

Eater: I’ll be in the bathroom.

Cook: You drank too much.

Eater: Maybe I drank too much.

If you’re not right in the gut do a review.

It won’t be because you drank too much because boomerpdx fans don’t do that.

Do they?

Wine Works If You’re Not Right?

Food paired with wine at a winery?

Here it is, straight from Hawk’s View. That’s my view of the table.

Cheese, nuts, salami, gherkin pickles. The gherkins bring it all together.

Order a flight of wine and charcuterie and cheese to get right.

I know, I know:

“But Blog Master Dave, why would I spend $30 on fancy wine and snacks when a bottle of Mad Dog and a brick of Velveeta with a bag of sliced sandwich ham is the same thing?”

As a man or woman of the world you want to try new things, old things, and pretty much anything.

So this checks out.

Get your adventure on by starting with a glass of wine, then another, and another. But they’re small tasting samples poured from a bottle with a sample sized governor.

If you have a favorite when you’re done, and you’re not the designated driver, have one glass of wine to finish with the food.

Still not right? Please continue.

Welcome To The Medicinal Meat Bowl

The Meat Bowl has a different name, but it’s all about the bowl.

It’s made of carved lava rock standing on three legs.

It needs legs to keep off the table. Why?

Because the meat bowl, served with beef on the left, chicken on the right, cactus on the bottom, unmelting cheese stuff on top with shrimp in the middle over a bed of herbal rice is served volcanically hot.

If you’ve seen, or ordered, a fajita, then you know the drill:

Fajitas are a popular Tex-Mex dish made from grilled meat, usually beef or chicken, which is served on a sizzling hot skillet along with grilled onions and peppers. The meat and vegetables are served with warm tortillas, guacamole, sour cream, and salsa, allowing diners to create their own unique flavor combinations.

The Meat Bowl was not a fajita and it came to the table so hot that everything was on the verge of over-cooking and burning.

I evacuated the meat to a plate and tried to eat the rice while it cooled off.

No way.

The volcano bowl seemed to get hotter. I mean, it never stopped steaming for an hour.

I thought of this bowl while I waited for things to calm down:

Except it never cooled.

Since it was such a challenge to try and eat, I was not right.

So I asked the waiter how other people did it.

He said, “They dive right in.”

I listened for any sign of relief. None.

If I dove right in my next stop would have been the Emergency Room for second degree burns and I’d have a roasted mouth for a week.

Climate Change Food At 35,000 Feet?

There’s something about eating extreme food in extreme temperatures.

The Meat Bowl dinner was in Arizona’s 114 degree heat.

It came with a roasted pepper in the volcano bowl that I didn’t touch.

An additional roasted pepper came in case one wasn’t enough.

Good food brings good health? Good news. Acclimating to extreme heat? That’s another matter.

If you feel like you’re not right, check your diet and hydration for starters.

When the feeling persists, see your doctor.

After four days of record breaking heat, a monsoon, power outage, and watching a fist fight for the first time since eighth grade, I flew home with my wife.

In first class for the first time ever.

Among the surprises, besides a footrest, was the food.

Not Right Yet? Keep Going

Instead of two crackers and a glass of water, the seat came with real food and unlimited booze like Aviation Gin.

It was comfort food compared to the meat bowl.

See that napkin and table setting?

In the very real case I never fly first class again I’ve got a souvenir.

Yes, I’m the one they say “Hide the silverware” for.

We got to the airport early after turning in our Turo car and giving the man $20 to drop us off.

Me: Honey, do you feel this air?

Wife: Yes, it’s not 114 degrees.

Me: It’s early air. Breathe deep of no rush, no hassle, no anxiety. We don’t have to run for it, and we’re going first class.

Wife: First class early air.

Me: It’s never been better.

Wife: I read that we could have ordered an inflight dinner.

Me: Something ‘To Go?’

Wife: We’ll still get something.

Me: I hope we get two crackers and a glass of water.

Wife: You need to think bigger.

Me: Okay, four crackers. I love those things.