>Whilst eating this afternoon at a certain Mexican restaurant which shall remain nameless, I went to the hostess stand and snagged a copy of their cookbook to peruse. Back in our booth, the book sat in my lap so as to keep it from toddler spillage (besides the fact that our table was completely full). The recipe for one of my favorite things, a sweet corn concoction, appeared and I took out my planner to make a few notes about ingredients, figuring I could google it when I got home and find something similar.
“Are you going to buy that cookbook?” she had swooped in out of nowhere, and she was not our waitress.
“I’m thinking about it.”
“Well, if you’re not we can’t have you copying recipes.”
I dropped my pen and paper (which merely said 6 cups corn kernels) and continued flipping through the cookbook, now determined NOT to ever buy it.
J urged me to put it back, but I refused. I wanted to see the rest, make some more mental notes. I’m a passionate cook and foodie, after all.
In the car, he flipped. I had embarrassed him, had done something terribly unconventional. The extra notice other servers had given us was simply them all keeping tabs on me to make certain I wasn’t stealing – the book or the recipes. Never mind that our own waitress had come back and apologized for the harassment.
What do you think, friends? Is taking some notes wrong? Should I have ignored the presence of the cookbook, or just flipped through at the hostess stand? Was I in the wrong?
Oh, and here’s the recipe – the exact one – widely available after a simple google of “sweet corn tomalito.”