ummmm ... beige

My Honey’s brother and his girlfriend came down for the weekend. The last time they came down, we had a really good time with them, so we were looking forward to their visit. Most DC tourist come to look at the monuments, these kids spent their six days visiting every mall in the area. Apparently the shopping in Connecticut isn't as exciting.

He’s the youngest of six and by far the most different. My Honey is very reserved and conservative in his appearance. His brother ... not so much. His mohawk comes in various colors (kinda looks like Christopher Lloyd in "Roger Rabbit"), his shirts from decades past come from thrift stores, and my personal favorite, his “wedding” suit was purchased at Target. I love that his “look” really personifies who he is and is not a desperate cry for attention. In his spare time, he enjoys making goofy, horror short films. Mostly bad, but still very creative.

The only downside to his visits is the whole food thing. He’s a picky eater. Actually, picky is not even a good word for it. Here is a complete list of all the foods he is willing to eat:

Bread
Crackers
Nachos
Cheese
Pizza
French Toast
Cereal
Hummus
Bagels
Cream Cheese
Sour Cream
Ice Cream
Candy

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the “Beige Food Group.”

One of the perks of living here is being able to take out of town visitors to some of our favorite restaurants. For good Cuban food, we go to Yuca, Greek – Zaytinya, Italian – That’s Amore, Thai – Thaiphoon, Chinese – Hope Key (now closed ... awe), Brazilian – Grill from Ipanema, Burgers – Five Guys, Pizza - Matchbox ... yada.

We visited none of these great restaurants. Ever considerate of our guests, we limited our trips to Mexican restaurants where the nachos are supreme. At every meal, Little Brother said, “These nachos are awesome.” I’m not sure what made them more awesome than the previous night’s nachos, but after a while I stopped trying to figure him out.

My Honey insisted that he try something new and convinced him to try guacamole. He dabbed some guac (less than a pat of butter) on a chip, smothered it with sour cream, and them sandwiched six chips around that chip. The look of disgust as he chewed was priceless. “The texture is horrible, it makes me gag.” Texture???

They left early on Sunday because they wanted to get into NYCity in the early evening because there's a place that serves awesome foccacia bread.

Freak!