bleu ribbon

My brother Truett has a CrAzy phobia of MOLD.

He is obsessed with checking expiration dates.

So much so that even when he comes over for Sunday dinner almost every week he has to ask how old the food was that I prepared.

He is afraid that the MOLD is going to attach to his insides and set up shop or even worse make a cozy home on his face and then doctors are going to have to amputate and remove half his face, or other needed parts.

ObSeSsEd!

Well the newlyweds joined my father and my family at Red Robin yesterday for dinner. We had a lovely time. 

It went something like this.

As it came time to order, Truett, informs us that he thinks he is going to order the Bleu Ribbon Burger.

I asked Truett several times {along with all the other witnesses at the table} do you know what Bleu Cheese is. Truett's response, No I do not, but it looks good and I'm going to try something new, venture to the unknown, he says. 

* Order was placed *

Throughout our Towering Onion Ring appetizer, all the witnesses at the table kept asking, now, Truett are you sure you want to try the Bleu Ribbon Burger? His reply, Yes, in-which, Truett finally starts questioning his decision.

I had been patiently waiting for his burger to arrive and for him to devour every morsel, and then I would tell him exactly what bleu cheese really is.  This was not to be, my sweet husband Josh decided to drop the news that Bleu Cheese is of course MOLD.  Oh if only I had pulled my camera out a bit sooner! The look on his face was priceless. Truett was in such disbelief that he had to pull out his iphone to get online and look up Bleu Cheese.  Of course the firs thing it says in defining bleu cheese is MOLD. He immediately starts blaming us for not telling him that Bleu Cheese is mold and how he isnt going to eat it and how dare we let him order that and a whole bunch of excuses were coming out of his mouth.  I dont think I have ever seen him get so blamefull (which I know is not a word).  Silly boy, he is nearly 25 and is responsible for his own decisions, right!

I pulled out the camera because I wasn't going to miss the look on his face when the burger arrived.

This is right after the waitress put the burger down. He was a little mad and at this point telling me that I am not going to take pictures of this! 

Which of course I did not listen. 

Is this him praying that the cooks forgot the Bleu Cheese. 

No this is him holding back his vomit, I'm pretty sure.

Such a kind father. Offering a trade, my dad ordered the Cobb Salad, which of course comes with Bleu Cheese.

It literally took him over 5 minutes to gather the courage to take a bite.

He goes for it. 

That's a REALLY big first bite if you ask me.

At this point he is yelling I can't swallow, I can't swallow.

The face after the swallow.

The witnesses.

The Bleu Ribbon Burger.

The final expression of the night.

I don't think that Truett will be ordering the Bleu Ribbon Burger anytime soon!

I don't think I have laughed this hard in a long long time! We all were laughing hard, except for Truett.

We kept teasing him that the Mold was going to get him in his sleep.