Here’s the thing about me…I can eat like veteran, 300-pound, “you-want-an-order-of-onion-rings-and-fries-with-that?” truck driver. There is a reason why I’ve downed 3/4 of a sheet cake on a dare and why I once drank a styrofoam cup of sweet and sour sauce for a measly $7.12. Coupled with my insatiable desire to win, my ability to eat has rivaled many a boys, men and yes, even truck drivers.
However, I’ve obviously matured and let go of some of my competitve juices in the name of health. I practice portion control, make sure to get those 5-10 servings of fruits + veggies in a day and adhere to an ‘everythingtarian’ diet. Not only do I feel MUCH better (you don’t even want to know the sounds your stomach can make after devouring that much yellow cake + chocolate frosting), but it has helped me achieve more balance in my life overall.
However (yes, that is the second however), sometimes I still surprise myself at the amount of food I manage to fit in my stomach. Sometimes the stars align perfectly with the fates, creating the perfect atmosphere where yours truly can PACK. IT. DOWN. No shame ladies, no shame.
And so it started this morning, with an innocent looking pair of PB+J toasts.
Coupled with a whole pineapple…
Yes, I said whole pineapple. When it’s fresh and in-season, there’s no stopping at half.
When my breakfast only lasted me a measly 3 hours, I should have predicted it was going to be a foodie-filled day. Around 11am, my stomach was already churning and gurgling for food, and I had one thing on my mind: INDIAN BUFFET.
And once you have INDIAN BUFFET on the mind, there is simple no going back. I can’t think of another place in the entire world where I am happier stuffing my face with delicious food.
(from the top of the plate, going clockwise)
- two vegetable samosas (with mint + onion chutney)
- two pieces naan
- aloo gajar
- spinach chana
- chicken tikka masala
Don’t know what any of that means? Have no fear! A “Reader’s Request” post all about INDIAN FOOD is in the works. Get excited.
Also get excited because I definitely went back for a 2nd plate – after the requisite 5-minute break, obvs. To fill up and get your money’s worth at buffets, I highly recommend 5-minute breaks between trips. It does wonders for the amount of food you can fit in your stomach.
After a work day lacking major motivation, I grabbed dinner + drinks out with two lovely gents…
Kevin + Brett = cutest things ever.
It started with a local Lake Louie APA beer…
…x2 throughout the evening.
Then, we progressed to an unphotographed Mediterranean Plate filled with pita, hummus, olives, feta, Greek salad and tabbouli split between the three of us. ‘Twas amazing.
For dinner, I picked something completely UNLIKE me…
If you read, “Bob’s (Organic) Bad Breath Burger a half-pound of ground Lange Farms organic Wisconsin beef* with cream cheese, caramelized onions, garlic, tomatoes and Pickapeppa sauce with Yukon Gold potatoes and mixed greens,” then you got it right.
Because I figure, if I want a burger, then it’s going to be one like this..
Okay, maybe not exactly like THAT. Maybe more like this…
Potatoes and salad? DEVOURED. Burger? 3/4 DEVOURED. Holly? Still hungry.
Have no fear. Go big or go home is one of the great mottos of my life. And I have a feeling there is no better way of “going big” (and NOT going home…giving up is not an option) than with a Honey Ricotta Cheesecake.
After almost four hours of drinking, chatting, laughing and playing board games, I came home a happy, satisfied Holly. I was in bed by midnight and surprisingly not too full at all….in fact, just right.