Some of my best ideas have come to me while shaving.
Standing in front of the sink with a towel around my waist and staring at my Edge gel covered face in the mirror, the creative thoughts seem to flow inside my mind like the warm water draining out of the faucet as it washes the stubble off the razor blade in my right hand.
It was at intermittent times during this daily morning ritual that I gave birth to ideas that shaped my life for years to come.
Like the time I envisioned performing an a cappella version of Stand by Your Man (a la The Blues Brothers at Bob’s Country Bunker) with two of my teacher friends at our middle school talent show one year.
And like the time I figured out how to pop the question to Fehmeen in such a way that wasn’t expressly forbidden by the power that be, like at a baseball game or at a family gathering, in a restaurant or in a classroom, or in any way deemed too cliché.
It involves eighty-eight keys, a nursery rhyme and is a story for another time.
Anyway, since I no longer have the ability to stand and/or shave, I’ve been forced to find my creative juju elsewhere than over the bathroom sink.
This morning, however, was just like old times. Almost.
As I sat in my shower chair, slumped over the white porcelain sink, my mouth open so the saliva-toothpaste mixture occupying my oral cavity could exit and find its way down the drain, I felt an idea brewing.
Last night I saw an ad for this new dish at Olive Garden called Pastachetti and I got to thinking that this was not the first time I remembered that one of their entrees had a ridiculous sounding and obviously made up name.
Pastachetti? Are you kidding me? How much of a bonus did they have to give to the MBA-degreed veep over at the OG corporate offices who stumbled onto that one? It sounds to me like a hybrid of my college nickname (Pasta) and my last name (Picetti).
Come to think of it, that’s why I’m so annoyed by this latest turn of events. And they didn’t even think to get my permission to use my good names.
So, my plan was to go online to do some research on all the other silly names for food at this particular restaurant chain and make fun of them in this posting.
Well, as the title states, the best laid plans yadda yadda yadda.
When I accessed their menu with my eye gaze, I quickly came to the realization that pastachetti was all that I had to go with. (For awhile, the appetizer known as Fonduta was a candidate but sadly, it didn’t pass through the Google search filters for having a made up name).
Even though I didn’t have enough to go on, I couldn’t just let this delectable morsel of a topic be brushed off the table like so many crumbs.
I open the floor up to you, my wise and knowledgeable reader community, to access your memory banks and come up with names of dishes and meals from (any) restaurant that fit the criteria listed above.