That’s what my friends Jeff and Lindsey did with us tonight. As Lee drives up to Georgia for a woman’s retreat, Jeff is spending the weekend here to help me with some projects around the house as we continue to get it ready to be put on the market.
Jeff arrived early in the evening and neither one of us was ready to tackle a huge, time-consuming task. We did, however, rip out the carpet in my son’s bedroom (the only room left with carpeting), and staged the room for laying down laminate on Friday.
To celebrate our minor victory, we went out to dinner at Ford’s Garage. I normally go for something easy and safe on the menu, but there was one item that caught my eye. The Jiffy Burger. Black Angus with American cheese, Applewood smoked bacon, lettuce, and creamy peanut butter. Yes, you read that right: peanut butter.
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I naturally had to give the burger a try … and it was delicious. I know on the surface it doesn’t make any sense. Peanut butter and bacon should not go together, but someway and somehow, this burger was amazement in my mouth.
The cliché is life happens when you step outside your comfort zone. The thing about clichés is, they’re chock full of truth.
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