Joe and Julie Go to Ghana
In order to do a documentary about going on a trip, you must have someone there doing the documenting. This someone is a sweet-tart-eating, pancake-loving, root-beer-drinking dude named Joe. Let me be clear on this - the list of foods and beverages that Joe will take into his body can be counted on one hand. Pancakes: Yes. Sweet Tarts: Yes. Root Beer: Yes. Pizza: Yes. Salmon: Yes. Everything else: NO. Many questions arise from this list, such as how salmon somehow got an acceptance letter to Joe's stomach but say, Milky Way bars didn't.
Now, if Joe were standing over me as I wrote this, I'm sure he would throw some more foods and beverages onto this sad little pile, but there wouldn't be many. In fact, a typical non-work conversation between Joe and I goes as follows:
Me: "Hey Joe, what about lasagna? Will you eat lasagna?"
Joe: "No. Gross."
Me: "But you eat pizza and it has basically the same ingredients."
Joe: "But pizza's not gross."
Me: "What about vegetables? Don't you eat any vegetables?"
Joe: "No. I talk alfalfa pills."
Me: "Joe, you need to be studied by the AMA."
Joe: "Bring it on."
Somehow, every conversation degrades into me telling Joe that the American Medical Association should study him and Joe expounding on the power of alfalfa pills.
So, when I was first thinking about doing this documentary and initially talked to Joe about whether he was interested in going with me, my first question was not, 'are you interested?' or 'how do you envision this,' it was "what in the hell are you going to eat???"
Joe promises me that he will "iron man it" as he likes to say, but we've been planning this documentary for awhile now and I have yet to see him show the slightest bit of interest in any foods outside of his safety list. So now on my Ghana 'to do' list I have: visas, shots, permissions and ensuring that Joe doesn't whither away and die from lack of food and drink. I have also promised him one carry-on bag filled with Sweet Tarts, but I'm not exaggerating when I say that I've wondered if Customs will assume that Joe and I are somehow carting drug laced candies with us, since nobody would understand needing to carry an entire bag of Sweet Tarts with them. Though I also realize that I tend toward worrying... while Joe tends toward... relaxing.
Yes, this is going to be a great partnership.