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Thursday February 8, 2001
"L'appétit vient en mangent" Rablelais, Gargantua
Stupid things I eat! |
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eating like a pig I just get that way. When I'm away from home, with customers, around free food. First I was nibbling on a sack of those sickening heart candies that are 100% sugar. Every Valentine's season I'm sucked into those. Then, of course, last night they took the customers to a place with quesadilla appetizers passed around, hearty meals. (I did choose fish, bypass the biscuits and go easy on the wine. But I ate the chocolate cake.) Started out the day with black coffee for breakfast. But then I had a half a bagel, a coke, ate all the banquet lunch offered the customers including the cheesecake. Where does this sudden rush to sugar come from? The meeting is uncomfortable. I have to perch on a bench with my laptop. There is an overflow room, but you can't speak from there and I think I have to interrupt occasionally with clarifications. I sneak out as they are winding up and, miraculously, get out of Houston without too big a traffic tie-up. Just as on the trip over, it spits rain at me as I ease on home. The wind blows hard while I pump some gas into my Civic at La Grange. This is my new car's first out-of-town excursion. It's a good ride. I get a cup of coffee in my Nissan commuter cup from the Bon Ton Texaco, too. It costs 43 cents. Home, I find a salmon with capers and greens dinner with an interesting white wine from the Rhone. FFP has this all made as I walk in the door. I called from Columbus and although he's already eaten, it's timed pretty well. There's something about a three-hour drive that encourages sittting in the easy chair with another glass of wine and the newspapers. |
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