garlic frappuccino
My mom took a bite of my chicken sandwich the other night and made a disgusted face. "Bleeh! Garlic!" My response was, "Huh? There was garlic in the sandwich?" While she is very sensitive to the stuff, I can honestly never smell or taste it...until my salad on Sunday, that is. It looked like a relatively bland garden salad with your standard lettuce, tomatoes, and carrots with a side of honey mustard dressing and the first few bites even had me fooled. Then BAM! I suddenly bit into this inexplicable chunk of pure garlic, and my taste buds haven't been the same since. Everything tastes like garlic! Garlic water. Garlic toothpaste. Garlic strawberry yogurt with Nestle Crunch toppings. Garlic gum. Garlic frappuccino.
It's obviously the restaurant's fault for sneaking secret ingredients into my (supposed to be) bland salad, but I can't help but think my mom jinxed me. :P
(And another random note, my brother wants to be the Burger King for Halloween and then try to order a Whopper at McDonald's. He's 14---he can get away with being a little lame. *g* Methinks the boy hangs out on youtube too much though...)
It's obviously the restaurant's fault for sneaking secret ingredients into my (supposed to be) bland salad, but I can't help but think my mom jinxed me. :P
(And another random note, my brother wants to be the Burger King for Halloween and then try to order a Whopper at McDonald's. He's 14---he can get away with being a little lame. *g* Methinks the boy hangs out on youtube too much though...)