The next morning, while watching College Game Day, I ate some leftover McNuggets for breakfast. I ate one of them with the hot mustard and garlic sauce combo. Still good. But then I put together a McNugget with garlic sauce and some chopped peppers and pickled turnips from Zankou. It was outstanding.
"You're a freaking genius," Elizabeth said. (Actually she said I was a complete moron, but I'm pretty sure she meant genius.)
Saturday afternoon I went to the Rose Bowl for the UCLA-UW game. I had two hot dogs and two beers, and the whole time I was wishing I had brought some garlic sauce with me for the dogs. Oh well, next time.
That evening I was telling a friend about the experiment. "You should go by Burger King," he said. "You hate that place. See if the sauce makes it better."
That settles it, I thought to myself. I could eat Zankou garlic sauce on anything. But then I had a thought - an idea about a food that I have loved my whole life. Garlic sauce couldn't possibly be good on it... could it?
A glazed donut. I don't know how many of them I have eaten in my life, but it's not a small number. I have never put anything on one - never even considered it, actually. But there I was standing in my kitchen, a knife covered with garlic sauce hovering over a perfectly good donut, wondering if maybe I was taking the whole thing too far.