Noshing Non-Interruptus
by Nola
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.
Oh, you were so busy you had to leave abruptly. HUH?
Just look at it this way, you are preparing yourself for when you cant go to a restaurant when the wee little one comes. Kinda like they say you are preparing yourself when you cant sleep in the last stretch of pregnancy.
Happy Noshing.
oh boy, I remember those days! But I don’t think you should stop now… you’ll have plenty of forced eating at home once the baby comes!
No, no, don’t cave in. Try bringing young Sun to restaurants! You may discover it is the worst idea since re-electing Nagin, but you may get lucky like we did and have a little gourmand who can order for himself as soon as he can talk. It is amazing how many restaurants are so glad to have your business they let you bring baby and toddler food with you. A ziplock of Cheerios goes a long way.
If you can do it (i.e., if she lets you), it’s great.
Reading this made me pine for NOLA all the more.
But you’re pregnant!! Enjoy it now!!!!!!
I’m jealous.
Royal China. That’s the name of that place I couldn’t remember over by Dorignac’s? Did you get the chicken feet?
My old landlady on Dumaine St. used to go there. Once she said she saw Harry Lee and family there.
I do expect to bring Sun out to restaurants with us once she’s here. But let’s face it–it won’t be to some of the finer establishments we enjoy.
My bigger problem right now is that I seem to have no will power to not over eat when I go to a restaurant. Thus, it’s much better if I can eat at home. I mean, I don’t want to deliver a 10-lb baby!!
And yes, Pete, I DID see the chicken feet on the menu but did not order them. They even had a picture of them! We wondered how many came in an order for just $3.99. Some relatives of Harry Lee owns it.