Turns out, I don't follow an average American diet. Okay, that doesn't come as a surprise to you, and I've never had reason to give it much thought. Until now. Because I'm feeding people who are accustomed to an average American diet.
Not a big deal, right? Well. Today a patty melt was on the menu. I didn't even know what was on a patty melt! I guessed pretty well, and we didn't have rye or Swiss, but I did manage the caramelized onions (and sampled them with goat cheese just to be certain they were good), but what about my fear of fried chicken? And this whole meat-for-breakfast thing is crazy, I tell you!
Almost every day this week I've been flummoxed by the menu to some degree. There have been no protests -- no one has thrown their food back at me. . .so I'd suppose I'm getting the hang of things. And my successful almost-patty-melt today gives me confidence that I might have a better grasp of things than previously thought. But just to be safe, I might study up on gumbo for next week.