Jerry and his brother, Tom, both feel that I should write more posts about Jerry, despite the fact that the blog clearly states it's about diabetes and food....oh...and that's right, ME!!! Get your own damn blog! And yes, their names really are Tom and Jerry.
Anyway, I had written this post when we first got back from Colorado, but felt like a missed the window of posting time. Seeing as how my audience is demanding more Jerry posts (granted, it is slightly skewed since Jerry is about 50% of it!), I'll give them what they want.
Our first night in Colorado, we had the pleasure of attending our friends’ rehearsal dinner the night before their wedding. Eating out can sometimes be a struggle because I'm never quite sure what is in the food, especially if it is a prearranged menu.
For this meal, we had the choice of French Onion Soup or Mexican Tortilla Soup. I opted for the Mexican Tortilla Soup, but wanted to know if there were any other starches in it, like noodles, potatoes, tortillas, etc. so I would know how much insulin to take. Normally, I just take my chances (I know, I’m a risk taker like that). But, I was having such great numbers, I didn’t want to mess it up the first day of our trip.
As the waiter took the orders for the table, I asked if he knew what is in the soup. I don't really see this as a hard or even an obnoxious question. When you work in a restaurant, it's not uncommon for people to ask what's in something, right? Our prepubescent waiter struggled with the question, I clarified "Any starches? Like potatoes or noodles?" He stumbled and said he's not sure, he'd have to ask, mildly giving the impression that people back down from the request once this statement is made. I pleasantly replied "Awesome, that would be great. Just if there is any thing like potatoes or noodles in it.”
The waiter hesitated.
Blink blink. Blink blink. I stared at him blankly.
Jerry, in an attempt to be helpful, said "She's not an asshole or anything. She's just diabetic."
Aww, such a way with words!