The Meat Sweats
William Blake once said, "you never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough!" This is my philosophy of the buffet. Today I visited the Glory of India on 4th Avenue ate my birth weight in food.
I recently had ankle surgery and have been using crutches to get around so Richard served me my first plate. My plate came to me heaping with saffron rice, butter chicken, beef vindaloo and two pieces of nan bread. I swallowed that down in time for Chris to help me with number two. This time I followed him to the buffet to have a look and see what I liked. Starting at the salad trough a small portion of chick pea concoction. Moving to the rice and then the tandori chicken and finally a second helping of the butter chicken. That was more than enough. I couldn't even drink any water.
Now, sitting back in my office , shivering from the meat sweats I can only wait for the food comma to hit. It won't be long now. Why do I do it? I should now better.
Holy crap I hate buffets....or is it my lack of self control?
posted by saucer @ 11:36 AM
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As you know very well, Cam is on cruthces and can't help himself at present. So I took it upon my self to load his dish up as much as possible before the food actually fell off the plate. I in turn also had the meat sweats and am in the process of dealing with a fairly intense food coma....way to go Cam!
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