I love buffalo sauce.
Anyone who has eaten a meal with me knows this.
"You love buffalo sauce more than anything else,
that's what you should give up for Lent,"
I replied: "Great idea!"
I was thinking: This is going to suck.
But come on, how difficult could it be?
I know I sound ridiculous, but it was hard.
After drooling while friends and family ate
wings, buffalo mac-n-cheese, buffalo chicken pizza,
and actually dreaming of eating wings,
the end was in sight.
As you know, Easter was this past Sunday.
Anthony (nicely) bought me a bottle of buff sauce to celebrate.
(I realize this sounds like I'm going to drink it like champagne,
which I did not do...well...I may have considered it)
Effect of giving up buffalo sauce for 8 weeks:
Sunday Easter Brunch with family - dipped hash browns in buff sauce
(and yes, I got weird looks from the wait staff)
Sunday evening watching Blackhawks - buffalo chicken pizza
Monday dinner - buffalo mac-n-cheese with hot dogs
Tuesday dinner - buffalo chicken fajitas
Eeep. I need to chill out.