October 8

Adam and I went out to dinner this evening like we do on most Tuesday nights.

I'm not entirely sure why, but when our server asked what side I'd like with my BBQ burger, I went with mashed potatoes. Not the usual burger pals that are fries, but mashed potatoes.

I didn't realize what a strange choice I'd made until I had my plate in front of me.

But I thought about it as I ate and came to a conclusion. Although my selection was unorthodox, it was a good one. Very good, really. I think I enjoyed the potatoes more than I would've liked fries. 

It was a nice reminder that trying new things can risky, but it can also lead to unexpected (and tasty)  blessings.