Confession: If we’re going out to Thai food, I’m going to be the girl that orders the dish on the menu that heavily implies my protein will be “swimming in peanut sauce”. If the menu does not use the words “swimming in” or “drenched” or “all the peanut sauce you can eat,” I will then order additional peanut sauce on the side. I can’t get enough. I once had a daydream that I filled up a kiddie pool with peanut sauce and sat in it with an excessive amount of chicken skewers. Dipping. Splashing. Eating. Splashing. This is probably the kind of thing I shouldn’t tell people. […]