fixes, sinking spells, and cravings Last night I hardly slept at all. I got up and puttered around the house until well after 11:30, went back to bed and slept until about 4:45, when I finally gave up and got up. My only memorable dream: I was on a huge cruise ship and constantly eating pudding. Since I have been purging sweets from my diet, I have found that I don�t care much anymore for your standard instant pudding. Mousse, yes. Tapioca, oh my yes, I still jones for that. I�ve even discovered that I like rice pudding. But when we go to the salad bar that has pudding on the dessert end, I get some just because, but I have to mix it with the whipped cream to make it more palatable � or mix bananas in the vanilla pudding. Why eat it at all, you ask? Because it is sweet and it�s there and I don�t take many opportunities to eat sweets anymore. We have had a 16 oz bag of the Dark Jedi M&Ms in the fridge since long before the movie came out, and there�s still at least a quarter of the bag in there. And the only time I�ll eat them is when I�m having my little dish of ice cream which is much smaller and much less often than the Hubster�s dish of ice cream. I got re-weighed and measured for the first time since joining Curves (which I have been informed is owned of the right-wing anti-choice agenda, but seeing as how each Cruves is an independently owned franchise, I�m not sure how that works. I don�t think there�s any subliminal messages in the music that is played, which, by the way, includes Michael Jackson and Twisted Sister, so I really have no idea what the hidden agenda is, explain it to me, please) and I was pleased to find out that I have lost 1.5� inches overall, 2.5 lbs, and 3.56 lbs. of fat. So I�ve actually reduced in the four weeks that I�ve been there, which tickled the heck out of me, considering I haven�t really made any more changes to my diet. I guess I�ll keep going. So dig this: yesterday I attended a ribbon cutting of a new restaurant in the Chamber. It�s a joint called the PA Connection, and they specialize in Pittsburgh style sammiches, Philly style sammiches, and $1.75 bottled beer. That�s not the happy hour price. That�s all day, every day. Sure, the selection is Miller Lite, and the like, but then he also has Iron City, Corona, and Stella something from Belgium. A guy named Sal cooks all the food and he makes the meatballs himself. All the sammiches are $4.75 and under. And they�re huge. And the Burgh sammiches have the fries and slaw right on there. Yum! So, if you�re in Tempe, AZ, go to 4th street and Mill, upstairs (where Ziggy�s used to be, if you know the area). Yes, I did say that the Burgh sammiches have the fries ON THE SANDWICH. I don�t know, I�ve only been to Pittsburgh once and this delicacy slipped by me. It sounds like a wonderful thing to have after downing a case of Iron City beer. At a Steelers tailgate party. At 3 am. The Brits have something similar, a chip botty, which, when I had one, were steak fries on a Kaiser roll. Carb hell, or heaven, depending on your outlook. I really preferred the scotch egg, a hard-boiled egg wrapped in sausage, served cold. Anyhoo, I�m all for cheap eats and suds. Here�s something to try next time you grill burgers: put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on there and scarf it down before the bun gets soggy. It is a strange but delightful taste treat, even when sober. IT IS TOO, YOU INFIDELS! Geez, you people have no sense of culinary adventure. Excuse me while I drown a raw oyster in tequila and hot sauce. * slurp *
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