I made a gutsy call this morning. I Decided to fix a family fave for breakfast - breakfast burritos, because when I do little things like that I make my family happy and they love me.
The recipe calls for Jimmy Dean sausage, but when I got to the grocery store, wouldn't you know it, side-by-side was the Jimmy Dean Regular, and the Jimmy Dean Hot. Me and the boys like Hot. Woman and kind like Regular. I had a weighty decision to make.
As I stood there thinking "Gotta make my mind up - which sausage can I tay-aaaaake," it occurred to me that when faced with difficult decisions like this, the leader of the free world does whatever he can to avoid a decision, and then when he's forced to act in some fashion, he takes credit for being decisive with some folks, while expressing regret for having to make the decision to other folks.
So I got one of each - Hot & Regular, and mixed to two for a mild-yet-spicy breakfast burrito treat. I played them suckers right down the middle, and man, did they love me for it.
It was a gutsy call.