...where I have root and the fare is liberally seasoned with pith and vinegar.
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Ok, so, yesterday, I was at the Wild Oats, picking up some this and that. Mostly, I wanted an array of fat-free plain yogurts with which to make yogurt cheese that I can eat with honey or maple syrup or whatever. I'm not sure why, I think it was Thanksgiving, but they were giving away a million samples, tempting me to break my diet at every turn. I tried some mango lemonade (too sour) and some lavender chocolate (no taste of lavender at all) and then, for what reason, I put a piece of sushi -- veggie roll, don't get too excited -- in my mouth.
It was like when I tried coconut for the first time, or avocado, or passionfruit, all of which are tastes that I have come to in my adulthood...an immediate "Lover! Where have you been all of my life?" from the old taste buds.
So tonight, while I was out getting Chiense food (very fattening!) for everyone else, I got some sushi for me. I got veggie rolls (funky! pickled veggies, not the cucumber, carrot, and avocado of the Wild Oats), salmon rolls (tasty!) and shrimp and avocado rolls (oh, heaven!). I especially loved the ginger part, even though Lisa and Karen both think it's nasty. I thought it was the best part.
This may just be the food I've been looking for since September...something tasty that I can eat and eat and eat. I went through about 15 pieces for 7 points, and was STUFFED when I was done.
I've missed stuffed.
I'm getting more of these in time for Thanksgiving appetizers. Will report.
True story.
I went to Weight Watchers yesterday. More on that later, but let's jsut say that they seem to want me not to eat very much, and it's bumming me out.
I last went to Weight Watchers sometime prior to 1993, when Andrew and I moved uptown. I know this because I went in the Village, and it was a very Village crowd at the meeting, or at least as Village as a weight Watchers crowd could be. Some old ladies who had been in New York since the Roosevelt administration (Franklin or Teddy, take your pick), and a very gay man in a cardigan.
The topic of the discussion at the last meeting I attended was "Red Light Foods," things that are triggers for each person and that should be avoided. For one person it was potato chips I think that each bag is a single serving, no matter how large!; for another it was chocolate It makes me feeeeeeeeel better!; for the gay man, it was Mallomars I hear them calling me in the grocery store! Richard, come and eat me! Eat me, indeed.
Fast forward to 2005. I go to the meeting. I buy my doodads. I have a seat and make polite chitchat with the ladies around me. And the leader starts her lecture. The topic? Urges and Cravings. How to satisfy an urge with just a smidge. And the fatties in the crowd start complaining about their inabilities to restrain themselves. But if I buy the Breyers chocolate chip ice cream, I have to eat the whooooooole half gallon! says one. I don't want just one Hershey Kiss! says another. And, finally, I can hear the cookies calling out to me in the grocery store! says a third.
Oy. This is going to be a long ten pounds.