I am about to explode. After Saturday’s free-falling movable feast, you’d think that would have held me for a spell. With regret, I report it did not. This morning, CS and I joined Southern Mom and her family for our standing Sunday morning breakfast out. I showed a wee bit of restraint in ordering only fruit and a muffin. But that was only because I was still full from last night.
Then a friend came by for a visit on his way back to Baton Rouge after having spent the weekend in New Orleans. At about 2:30, I recommended lunch. As I still was not hungry, I have to wonder why I did this. All I can come up with is that dammit I love sharing a meal with a friend! So our friend, CS and I ended up at Royal China for dim sum. To my knowledge, it is the only place in the New Orleans area where you can get dim sum (that fact is very sad to me). Anywho, we WAY over ordered. Being that all of the food was succulent, we gave it a valiant effort but could not come close to eating it all. If I see restaurant food anywhere near me soon, I am certain to get tremors.
To recap, here’s how my eating out in restaurants has been of late:
Wednesday lunch: check
Wednesday dinner: check
Thursday dinner: check
Friday lunch: check
Friday dinner: check
Saturday lunch: check
Saturday dinner: check
Sunday breakfast: check
Sunday lunch: check
That leaves only Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday breakfast–all of which were meals I skipped because there was no milk in the house–and Thursday lunch. Nine of my ten last meals have been eaten in a restaurant.
This has GOT TO STOP. We did go to the grocery today and bought veggies and milk to get me back online for eating at home. Please send up some prayers that the private food fest I have been enjoying comes to an end.