I don't feel so good.
Thanksgiving was great, no doubt about it. Lured by the promise of the catchy tune you see to the right, I tried out a 3 day long diet plan consisting mostly of meat. Meat, and also coffee, alcohol and pie. For the past two nights I've had terrible dreams in which I'm taunted by aggressive pudgy little chefs, some of whom sport evil goatees.
See, here's the thing--I normally eat really well, lots of fruit and vegetables, and I drink plenty of water too. But I need to stay away from fried food the way an alcoholic needs to stay away from gin mills. Once I dropped that first turkey in the fat last weekend I yelled GO FOR IT BUBS to the awful hillbilly inside , and there was no stopping myself. This weekend comes to a close with me sitting here, my eyes dull and my skin vaguely shiny, a deep-fried version of Ray Milland as Don Birnam. First the frying made me feel powerful and euphoric; later it just made me full.
I think I'll be fine in a day or so, once I'm back to my normal routine.
I found out this weekend that you can deep-fry an entire 8 pound ham, and it's delicious!
We did something that we haven't done in years, as a family--visited antique stores and thrift shops. Guess what? It's still pretty easy to find a lot of really cool stuff once you get a few hours away from places like Chicago. Like the booklet that this picture is taken from:
Medley of Meat Recipes, published by the American Meat Institute sometime (I think) in the first half of the 20th century.
I got this and a bunch of other neat old stuff, along with some skinny ties in perfect condition. I even managed to sneak in a little Christmas shopping for MizBubs and the girls.
And now, it's time for bed.
5 comments:
Deep fried ham! Now that's a new one. Reminds me of a dim sum treat I enjoy occasionally, which is a piece of shrimp, wrapped in bacon, deep fried and then dipped in mayo as a condiment before eating. Mmmmmmmm.
I introduced my step-daughter to the joy of thrifting recently. It was fun, marred only by the fact that it was mid-October and the store already had Christmas music playing.
I'm like you-- I tend to eat very healthily. However, over the long weekend, something like six pounds of leftover turkey disappeared. I didn't see my wife or kids eating much of it, so I think I'm suspect number 1. I guess I console myself with the fact that I didn't deepfry it.
The only veggies I ate all weekend were either covered in cheese or bacon. Oh wait, I did have baby carrots with some sort of sour cream dip, although that doesn;t really help much does it?
I went the the gym yesterday and thought I was going to die while I was on the eliptical trainer, evidently my arteries have closed almost completely, leaving minimal room for oxygen to circulate.
And on the Christmas!
CP, I've had a similar treat at a nearby sushi joint. Tasty!
Johnny, we got lucky with our thrifting. The first two places we visited were both playing Beach Boys compilations (what the f*ck was up with THAT?) but the third place was playing Tom Waits. And I had a nice chat with the lady working there, about how we both liked scaring our children by hiding and jumping out at them.
Lulu, good for you for getting back on that horse. I had a wonderfully satisfying moment the other day--my eldest actually suited up and went running BY HERSELF, just because she felt like it!! And I was too creaky and wheezy to get myself out with her at that hour of the morning.
Bubs--Running!? Dear Lord no. You could hurt yourself like that. Plus, you do it outside. There are bugs out there.
I really go to the gym for the steam room; If I could just do that without all the working out without feeling like a loser, I would.
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