I had a big lunch. I went out to a great local restaurant called “Dusty’s Cellar,” and ate half of a Havana Turkey Wrap with sweet potato fries, and half a piece of apple tart. I ate with my mother, and we talked about religion, and family, and handbags and mortality and had a delicious hour and a half of total escape. I also ate a few (thousand) Goldfish crackers around 2:00.
I was not hungry at 6:00. I was not hungry at 7:00. Sam was at a friend’s house for dinner, and Rob made himself a big sandwich. At 8:00 I watched a great show about a sustainable food feast in Massachusetts, and got a little hungry at the thought of the beef braised in oatmeal stout. I ate a carton of 2% Greek Yogurt with a little honey in it. (Greek Yogurt is, in my opinion, the perfect food and if I had to throw either my family or the last Greek Yogurt in existence off of the life boat, let’s just say I would still be able to make sauce for my Gyros the day I was rescued).
For dessert, I had two miniature York Peppermint Patties. When “Monk” started at 9:00, I was still hungry, so I made what seemed like a good sandwich from homemade focaccia, smoked turkey, a little Swiss cheese and some mustard. It didn’t taste good. I wrapped it up and stowed it in the refrigerator. When “The Soup” came on at 10:00, I ate two slices of mild Cheddar and called it a day.
Clearly, I watch too much TV on Friday nights. That, however, is not the issue. This wasn’t even really “eating alone,” this odd thing I did; it was “picking.” Nothing that actually constituted prepared food was remotely appealing. To wit: the hapless sandwich. Aside from the glaring absence of fruits or vegetables, I did manage to take in some calcium and protein. Okay, there was no grain, either. Just calcium and protein. Maybe that’s all my body wanted or needed. Maybe it was just my own weird little tapas meal – yogurt, candy and cheese.
Does anyone else do this? Is there going to be a pharmaceutical that will cure this tendency, despite side effects including nausea and the urge to gamble and shop for tiny plates?
Maybe I’ll just have a gummy worm and go to bed.