David and I went to Luby’s for lunch after church on Sunday. He told me I should blog about it. So, here’s the Luby’s post, by request.

Luby’s always makes me think of my grandparents. They loved the cafeteria and Denny’s. My mother has a full set of Christmas goblets that my grandparents got from Denny’s on one of those free glass with a meal deals.

There aren’t many cafeterias left around here, but there is one near our house.
My brothers were delighted to find out about this. Brother #1 always orders chopped steak. Brother #2 orders liver and onions. We were strange children.

Luby’s is the only restaurant where I will order fried fish. I suggested we eat there so that David could order healthy vegetables.

Since David is not quite so familiar with the magic of Luby’s, I told him he should order the chopped steak like Brother #1. Well, Brother #1, you’d better tell us how you order it, cause what they served David looked nothing like what you get. His came slathered in cheese and chives. So much for the “healthy” idea.

Luby’s feeds my OCD. They put everything on separate plates. Nothing touches. They ask and never assume you want tartar sauce!

My broccoli was perfect. And the okra! Oh, blissful, Sourthern delight!

Have I mentioned I really enjoy food? Would you like for me to describe all my meals? I can. In minute detail. I think I missed my calling as a food critic.

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In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a little bit OCD. I can tell you exactly how many ounces of Diet Coke I consumed today. (68) And exactly how many pieces of cheese tortellini I had for dinner. (12) However, I cannot tell you how many times a I wash my hands while making dinner, let alone how many times a day.

The alarm clock on my night stand is three minutes fast. If I tie one shoe, I have to retie the other. Let’s not even talk about washing dishes and clothes.

The remotes and keyboards have to be sanitized. I have to do that when David is working. He always thinks I’m going to fry his keyboard. Maybe it’s because one time I was out of Lysol and I used hand sanitzer instead.

I have been unofficially diagnosed by a doctor. You see, when I was 17, I had my wisdom teeth pulled, and I was sick for six weeks afterwards. Six weeks on a liquid diet really messes you up. I had these shaking spells. I was hungry all the time. Finally, I decided that I had hypoglycemia or diabetes. I went to the doctor, but my regular doctor wasn’t in, so I saw one of his associates. I had given the nurse a detailed list of everything I’d eaten the previous day so that they wouldn’t say I just needed to eat more.

It looked like this.

7 AM – Quaker Oatmeal Bar

9 AM – 6 oz of Yoplait Light Peach Yogurt

11:30 AM – One cup of noodles with one half cup of beef stroganoff, six broccoli florets and eleven grapes

3 PM – Four Saltine Crackers, One mini Three Musketeers

5:30 PM – One grilled chicken breast, one half cup of rice, 19 green beans

7 PM – One piece of shortcake, one fourth cup whip cream and six strawberries

(Notice I didn’t write down how much Diet Coke I was drinking.)

The doctor walked in and said, “Well, the first problem is you’re obsessive compulsive. Eleven grapes?”

He ordered some blood work, which said I was fine.It just took a long time for me to recover from that surgery.

I remember going to youth camp that year, carrying a bag with me to rec and Bible Study. Inside, I had Cheerios and candy. I had tons more food stuffed in my suitcase in the dorm.

Incidentally, I learned that if I have some yogurt or protein earlier in the day, it helps a lot. Peanut butter and banana toast works well.

Back to the OCD. A friend gave David and I season one of Monk for Christmas. David loved it. He said it was like watching me be a detective. Ah, my loving husband. My dear, sweet, unorganized husband. It took me the first year of our marriage, but I got him to stop leaving wet towels on the bed.

I don’t always carry cash, but when I do, it has to be in order. Ones, fives, tens, twenties and they’d better all be facing the same way. Now if I could just find a way to organize my coins inside my coin purse…

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