When I worked at Boeing, it was always long hours in the lab, and then a long commute home. I would be utterly bedraggled by the time I made it back home. One of my wonderful co-workers mentioned that when she was exhausted after work, she would have a shot of vinegar. It would totally perk her up.
It was exactly what I needed. It sounded kind of gross, but the next day when I got home, I got out a large spoon and filled it to the brim with white vinegar. Zach the Bystander watched silently. I tipped it into my mouth, swallowed…and immediately wanted to throw up. It was bad.
I told my co-worker the next day that I almost lost my cookies trying the vinegar thing. She said that I was nuts to try white vinegar. She suggested balsamic instead.
I tried a shot of that, and it was pretty great. A nice, warm feeling in the stomach, instant shock to the head, and no alcohol necessary! I was hooked.
At some point, we bought this amazing bottle of balsamic vinegar from O&CO. Thick, sweet, popping with flavor. I would eat vanilla ice cream with fresh raspberries and my magic syrup on top. Yum. I would also have occasional “shots” of the vinegar. I made the bottle last several years.
Anyways, we ran out of the good balsamic last year, and I haven’t gotten another one. But just a few days ago, in the interest of losing some weight, I bought some light balsamic vinaigrette to replace our not-light-but-heavenly buttermilk ranch dressing (meanwhile…”light” dressing is such a marketing ploy. Yes, there are fewer calories, but it is still almost 95% fat…dieters beware!).
I made a salad with the new dressing yesterday, and it was actually very tasty. My son…who hates lettuce…wanted to try some, so I gave him a leafy green. He loved it. I’m sure he really loved the vinaigrette dousing it received. Today, I made a salad again, and he went nuts, babbling for some.
I gave him a few pieces of lettuce, a little dipping bowl of balsamic dressing, and watched him go at it.
I think he liked it. He licked the bowl clean.
I’m a little worried that he already exhibits my quirkiness for foods. This is going to be one expensive kid to raise. Better stock up on the premium balsamic.