I love my comfort zone. It’s familiar and I know all about it. I’ve realized, though, you can get really stuck in your CZ – and me, I’ve been stuck in one for years.
This weekend, my wonderful husband (who I really should stop complaining about) sent me, sans children, to Chicago to spend time with my best friend. It was an amazing gift of time. I’m having a blast — even though he made me promise I’d go outside my CZ , especially when it comes to eating food.
I promised, and I think I’ve actually lived up to it, too.
Not only have I traveled alone, on an airplane, all by myself, I’ve gone up to the 96th floor of the Hancock Tower (I HATE heights), and I’ve been trying all sorts of foods I never thought I would.
Actually, our first stop was for a Superdawg — one of those crazy Chicago hot dogs covered in everything. This is something that normally would make me really nervous. I hate to admit it, but I’m one of those anal retentive people who likes her foods to not touch one another. I am really jealous of my four year old’s divided plate because it makes sure that nothing mingles. I often freak out if my meat sauce touches my salad. My husband thinks I’m a little crazy.
Anyways, the thought of having a hot dog covered with all sorts of stuff, kinda grossed me out. But I made a promise to my hubby that I would try one. And I thought I’d get it out of the way first thing.
When we pulled up to order, I asked my bestie to read me the ingredients. They were: polish hotdog on a poppy seed bun with onions, celery salt, hot peppers, green tomatoes, piccalilli, and a kosher dill pickle. I only had a mild panic attack – because in my head, hot dogs should only be a hot dog on a white bun with maybe some mustard and ketchup. All the rest of that stuff just sounded plain crazy. But, I promised. So I ordered one with the works.
When it arrived, I honestly just grabbed it and took a bite. I didn’t want any time to over-think it and wuss out. And you know what? It was good. Really good. Suprisingly delicious.
I ate the whole thing and enjoyed every single bite.
And maybe learned a little something about going outside my comfort zone.
(And that maybe having different foods touch could be okay… but only sometimes.)
More Chicago food adventures later…