I’ve been fighting the urge for cheese fries for at least two months now. Sixty plus days of no, you don’t really want cheese fries, go find something to eat as I pushed down those pesky cravings that made me want to climb a wall. There may or may not have been some weepy Lord, I just want some cheesy potato wedges dipped in ranch dressing, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?? moments in there. Not saying either way.
Last night I gave myself permission to indulge. I had lots of reasons, none of which I’ll bother going into here because seriously, it should be enough just to decide to order cheese fries and be done with it. That’s not actually enough in my life, mind you, but regardless…I talked myself into it. I ordered the fries.
I should have known better.
You know how the more you put something off the bigger the build up, and the bigger the build up the more excited you are to finally be getting – in my case – salty, cheesy, bacon-y goodness? It’s amped to an even greater level when you know – like I do – that it’ll be months before you allow this particular gastrointestinal indulgence again. So given the build up and given the cheesiness and given the wait to come you’re sure, without a doubt, that these cheese fries will be the best damn cheese fries EVER.
Until BrightSide showed up with a half empty container. Where were my cheese fries, man? All I wanted was some stinking cheese fries!
You know things are rough when you want to cry over an appetizer, but that’s what you get when you don’t deal with your sh*t.
It’s been almost four years since my mom passed away and it’s been a hard week. I’m sad, but when you’re a grownup with kids and pets and a house to run the world doesn’t stop spinning because you’re down. Turns out some kinds of sad trump even the cheesiest of cheese fries.
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Edited to “almost four years” and to add:
The year my mom died she went into the hospital for an infection in early January. Despite their best efforts mom didn’t respond to treatment so we moved her to hospice care. We lost her about a week later. January is a blur to me now – the whole month feels like one big trigger.
I am surprised your husband did that. And I am sorry you’re dealing with that grief and January may be your very long version of my Tuesdays. 😦
I enjoy cheese fries from time to time too. For my two cents, I like Red Robin and Texas Roadhouse cheese fries best, and neither of them are as good as takeout. I don’t know why, but they’re not.
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I’ve got to do a big apology post because my super tired/fry deprived brain didn’t realize this would read like the hubby stole my fries on the drive home. Nope, the restaurant didn’t put a full order in the box. And I 💯 agree, these cheese fries aren’t as good when we do them as takeout. Super sadness.
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OHHHH! See, I had trouble thinking he did that. You always write him as a compassionate, gentle soul, and I couldn’t piece that.
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Hugs. This grief thing is going around this week.
That so so so sucks about the cheese fries. Be sure to give it do over sometime soon.
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It really is, right? I’ve talked to so many people who are marking anniversaries, and tomorrow I’m going to a funeral for a friend whose dad died last week. January is rough.
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Aw. You should have your cheese fries, Laura.
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Thanks, John. I felt the same. 😆
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I could tell. 😁
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You need to make it clear that no one touches your cheese fries…
You never get over it. Dad will be gone 53 years next Saturday and it still hurts.
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In his defense, nobody ate them, the restaurant underserved me. BOO.
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gentle hug to you. Losing parents is a special kind of grief, one that (sadly) never leaves the child without sadness. Time does blunt the edges though, I’m glad to report, even though the loss still stings when one thinks directly of it.
He ate your cheese fries???!! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!! 😛 Seriously, get some frozen fries (I like steak cut for my own forays into the world of cheesey fries) and some good cheddar and make your own. Threaten bodily harm to the yahoo who touches them. Enjoy.
Nah. Forget all that. It’s WORK and appetizers shouldn’t be worky…
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Thanks, Melanie. Hadn’t occurred to me that it would read like hubby ate the fries — the RESTAURANT didn’t put a full order in the box. I had some rage-y rage over that because come on, can a girl just get some dang customer service around here. 🙄
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I hope you did complain and get a refund. Or at least a full order of complementary cheese fries for your trouble! Sorry to your hubs and all.
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Posh, it was an honest mistake. I submitted a complaint to the company — we’ll see what they do with it. That’ll determine how willing I am to give them another chance. 🤷🏻♀️
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I’m so sorry, honey! I just passed my mom’s two-year passing anniversary, and today would have been her 90th birthday, had she lived. So bundle up, go out, and get yourself some damn fresh, hot cheese fries! And a root beer!
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Good gracious, mom did love a root beer. 💛
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Sounds like there had to be a whole lot of good memories heaped alongside of those cheese fries. Concentrate on those.
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Thanks, John.
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“…half empty container ??” That seems dangerous.
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There was a 30 second pause where I seriously considered storming back up there in my pajamas to rage…
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It really does. It’s not easy. These dates especially. Sending you a hug.
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