Hello lovely ketoers!
Sharing a quick NSV. Husband and I were out to dinner at Ground Round and I ordered a caesar salad (sans croutons, naturally). Usually this is a safe bet for me when dining out.
The first bite I took tasted off almost like the dressing had turned. It didn't taste like caesar.....it tasted sickly sweet.
Caesar is not sweet. It is briny, salty, savory, salad love sauce from oily little delicious fishies that makes me smile. This shit did not make me smile. This shit made me sad.
I had my husband taste to determine whether or not I was crazy or whether my sugar senses were indeed heightened and tingling like a keto spiderman.
"This doesn't taste like caesar" he confirms. Out in a flash whip our smart phones in a race to see who can determine the carb count first (he's not on keto).
Lo, and behold, best beloved, the small salad I had ordered with nothing more than romaine, parmesean, and dressing was a whopping 15 carbs (13 net).
So, the NSV I'm sharing is my keto induced spidey sugar sense which saved my butt tonight.
Trust your taste buds, fellow ketoers.
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