Cinnamon Fettucine Alfredo

Tonight was the first night I had ever celebrated my birthday with capris and a t-shirt on. I didn't have a sweater, nothing. It was pleasant, that is for certain. I wish my birthday was in June every year! *smiles* My birthday was really 4 months ago, and no I did NOT turn another year older because I celebrated "again". My parents had decided they'd take me out for a birthday dinner, and with tax season coming and going and...well my parents are climbing the hill quite steadily so their minds aren't exactly what they used to be, we finally remembered/had time to go tonight.

We went to some place that they enjoyed, and had more of a variety, for my pickiness. The drive to the restaurant proved to be boring so I had already decided that I'd get Fettucine Alfredo if they had it. And sure enough they did. Oh and I could even ADD cheese to it. *does a happy dance*

Order comes up and much to my enjoyment there is my delightful meal placed before me. I can't wait to dig in, but I also don't like burning my tongue, Tonya, so I just waited a few moments. Soon enough I dug in, and much to my dismay, I felt as though I was eating cinnamon and a little bit of pasta. NOT my idea of good. *shudders* Maybe others like it, but not I. Legally they should warn their patrons that the Fettucine Alfredo, is NOT Fettucine Alfredo, but rather it is Cinnamon Fettucine Alfredo.

I made a really lovely face, I'm quite positive of that. My dad noted it, but didn't comment. I tried another bite, no let me be honest. I'm a sniffer. If I have not eaten the food before, I sniff it, if it tastes gross, I sniff it, if it tastes good, I sniff it. The taste is only half of it, the smell is the other half. If you haven't been doing so, you should really take up on this great habit. You may be laughed at, mocked, and made fun of, but they just don't know what they are missing.
*jumps back to topic* I sniffed the pasta and yes it smelled like cinnamon.

My parents tasted it as well to try and help me figure out if my taste buds and smell buds were completely gone, or if it was the pasta. I know where I got my faces from. =D

In the end, our waitress was so very kind and asked me if I'd like something else, so I ordered something else. It came to me sizzling, steaming, and hotter than the sun. I looked at it, looked at my parent's empty plates, and devised a lovely scheme to eat this meal without burning my Tonya. It's a complex scheme therefore I will not be able to post it in this blog.

And that, is the end of that story.