{"id":1787,"date":"2005-01-02T00:57:00","date_gmt":"2005-01-02T00:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2005\/01\/02\/2005-the-first-meal-and-a-trend-predicted"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:33","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:33","slug":"2005-the-first-meal-and-a-trend-predicted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2005\/01\/2005-the-first-meal-and-a-trend-predicted\/","title":{"rendered":"2005: The first meal and a trend predicted"},"content":{"rendered":"
Two thousand five has officially arrived, bearing hip-shakin\u2019 hip-hop, sparkly lights for the Space Needle, an unwelcome nuzzle, and tater tots<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Seeking a relatively low-price, low-key New Year’s Eve celebration with the possibility of dancing, three of us traipsed down Fremont Avenue to a hip-hop show at Suite G. I stuck to gin and tonic\u2014not quite ginny or limey enough, but then again, the bartender was no David Rosengarten<\/a>\u2014and Teresa took quite a liking to the \u201cStrasberi Drop,\u201d while Megan sampled the \u201cBird of Paradise.\u201d Featuring cr\u00e8me de cacao, amaretto, something else I\u2019ve forgotten, and cream (reassuringly billed as \u201cfresh\u201d), it was dessert in a martini glass. I wanted desperately to fill a bathtub with the stuff and roll around in it<\/strong>, although Megan seemed to prefer the idea of dipping herself in her aunt\u2019s banana cream pie.<\/p>\n Over the hubbub (\u201cThis is it, WHAT! <\/strong><\/em>Blue Scholars<\/em><\/a> in the place\u2014put your fist up! Doin’ it large to bring in 2005, y\u2019all!\u201d<\/em>), we talked bacon fat, pulled pork, lamb-chop sideburns, wild animal desire, and anthropology. I made the mistake of accidentally catching the eye of a fairly drunk-looking but otherwise handsome man as he passed us, and he generously rewarded me with a warm and scary neck-nuzzle<\/strong>. Blessedly soon thereafter, the clock struck midnight and we, weary after so much stimulation, snuck out in search of something greasy.<\/p>\n Late-night, rain-slicked Fremont doesn\u2019t offer much, but we did find an auspicious first meal of 2005<\/strong> in a basketful of chips with salsa and guacamole at Dad Watson\u2019s<\/a>,<\/p>\n and Megan demonstrated the proper way to eat a tater tot with Ranch dressing.<\/p>\n Now, perhaps you\u2019re wondering at the lack of Champagne, caviar, and other highfalutin celebration fare, but think again: tater tots, <\/strong>I\u2019ve been told<\/strong><\/a>, are the noblest form of potato<\/strong>. Apparently, these crunchy little barrels of potatoeyness are no longer to be frowned upon or shoved aside with other unsightly flashbacks of the school cafeteria. I believe, dear reader, that we’re witnessing the birth of a trend, and in fact, 2005 may well turn out to be the year of the tater tot.<\/strong> But frankly, I\u2019m undecided. I\u2019m a little afraid of what might be lurking within, of what lies behind that \u00fcber-potato flavor. I sense the work of a laboratory. But I did make fast work of the tortilla chips.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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