Perforation Problems

Here's how wine works for me: 1 glass of wine: Maybe some excessive smiling, but for the most part I'm good. 2 glasses of wine: Inarguably tipsy, but still coherent and functional. 3 glasses of wine: Happy drunk. 3.5 glasses of wine: Happy but verging on nauseous drunk. 4 glasses of wine: Nauseous drunk. 5 glasses of wine: Went too far. I went just a little bit too far last night. We were testing out Chuck and Caroline's new gaming table, with its fancy blue felt and built-in drink holders. Caroline had picked up Eli's BBQ for dinner, and I had two hot dogs that were covered in bbq sauce, "pork crispers," and coleslaw—coleslaw that wasn't supposed to be on the hot dogs but that I, surprisingly, was actually fine with. (I maybe even enjoyed it. What a world!) Chuck and Caroline's apartment has evolved into the quintessential hipster city loft—exposed brick, hanging Edison bulbs, turntable & records, trendy art prints, framed picture of mo...

I think in an alternate life I could have maybe been a foodie. Take away my childhood pickiness—okay, the pickiness that lasted until I was like 30—and I think I would have gravitated towards cooking and trying new things. I'm not trying to be a commercial for Blue Apron, but it seriously has changed my life. It's exposed me to not just the meal that's the final product, but the ingredients—and made them familiar. Familiarity leads to a willingness to try things.  It's forced me to try foods and spices I normally wouldn't. When you pay that much money, you can't let it go to waste.  It's made us healthier. We're actually eating vegetables regularly.  Cooking the Blue Apron meals makes me more inclined to cook other meals, too. I actually added vegetables to my morning scrambled eggs. Wtf? Who am I?  So I have a newfound interest in cooking. It really shouldn't be surprising since I love food so much, but the pickiness has always stood in the ...