Nov. 28
Breakfast: leftover white rice and eggplant from earlier in the week, with a fried egg on top. Dried gooseberries. What a relief to go back to a normal way of eating.
Lunch: roast beef and melted cheese (cheddar and asiago) sandwich, with horseradish mustard, on Pepperidge Farm 12-grain bread. Banana. The bread, roast beef, and cheddar, and the banana, were purchased by my husband at Safeway while I was away. He was trying to be a good husband and not let me come home to a house empty of food. The Pepperidge Farm bread sticks to your teeth in a weird way that reminds me of eating many lunch meat sandwiches at my grandparents' house.
Dinner: we go out to eat before seeing a play in D.C., arranged as a birthday present by my stepson. The restaurant sells pub fare at high prices. I order an entree composed of three side dishes--sweet potato hash, macaroni and cheese, and broccoli raab-- plus an appetizer salad. The waiter, who is too cool to write anything down, mixes up my order and brings me sweet potato fries instead of broccoli raab. Then he lets me keep the fries too, so I get both. This is a lot of food, but everything is delicious. The sweet potato hash has bacon and slivered brussels sprouts in it. The shells and cheese are browned on top, creamy inside. The green salad is substantial too, with chick peas and carrots and other vegetables. It's like Thanksgiving dinner all over again.
Snacks: 4 cups coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. A couple of leftover sweet potato fries when I came home from the play.
Breakfast: leftover white rice and eggplant from earlier in the week, with a fried egg on top. Dried gooseberries. What a relief to go back to a normal way of eating.
Lunch: roast beef and melted cheese (cheddar and asiago) sandwich, with horseradish mustard, on Pepperidge Farm 12-grain bread. Banana. The bread, roast beef, and cheddar, and the banana, were purchased by my husband at Safeway while I was away. He was trying to be a good husband and not let me come home to a house empty of food. The Pepperidge Farm bread sticks to your teeth in a weird way that reminds me of eating many lunch meat sandwiches at my grandparents' house.
Dinner: we go out to eat before seeing a play in D.C., arranged as a birthday present by my stepson. The restaurant sells pub fare at high prices. I order an entree composed of three side dishes--sweet potato hash, macaroni and cheese, and broccoli raab-- plus an appetizer salad. The waiter, who is too cool to write anything down, mixes up my order and brings me sweet potato fries instead of broccoli raab. Then he lets me keep the fries too, so I get both. This is a lot of food, but everything is delicious. The sweet potato hash has bacon and slivered brussels sprouts in it. The shells and cheese are browned on top, creamy inside. The green salad is substantial too, with chick peas and carrots and other vegetables. It's like Thanksgiving dinner all over again.
Snacks: 4 cups coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. A couple of leftover sweet potato fries when I came home from the play.