I don't know why fate plays cruel jokes on me. Being a total foodie, I eat anything. I have put the inner wall of my stomach through the worse of it. That is why I can practically eat anything. Sadly, the people in my life right now, they are not.
At breakfast, I learned that my sous-chef-of-the-week cannot eat raw greens because he has a sensitive digestive condition. My omelet stacked salad galore gave him a tummy ache.For dinner tonight, I had to make a cook and marinate my sister's pork entirely differently because she can't her alcohol in it. It does not sound like much, but I condense all my sauces for an ENTIRE DAY so it was extremely tiring. On top of that, the latest addition to from Vietnam is a girl who is strangely picky about all things except for McDonald's. So before I serve dinner, I had to send out for backup cheeseburgers so that she would be able to sit down and eat with us.
It turns out that we did not need the MCD at all. :D