I’ve cheated on you, friends.
In January I went on and on about trying to get reconnected with actual food. I’m happy to say that for the most part – I’ve done pretty well. Of course, there was the unfortunate chicken incident, but I’ve managed to get SubKids, along with SubHub and myself, to eat asparagus, red, yellow & orange peppers, salmon, turkey, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, pears, apples, whole wheat bread, different varieties of beans…..really. I’ve done well.
Until last week.
When I ate this:
And then I had Deep Fried Cheese Curds, Mozzarella Sticks, and some kind of french fries that discussed sour cream and chives. I couldn’t bring myself to take a picture of that.
Not to mention the Miller Genuine Draft. I drank MGD. Lots of it.
I’m so so sorry. I have no excuses, other than the fact that I was on vacation in the Mid-west, and this is the stuff they are famous for. So I threw all caution to the wind and ate.
And it was good.
I will say this, though: I felt, physically, crappy. As soon as I was able to, I had a salad.
I cleansed my food soul at the Altar of Lettuce.
Ahhh. I feel much better. Sort of.