Guilty pleasure
Sara was having dinner with a friend tonight so I decided to indulge myself in what should probably be defined, going forward, as a guilty pleasure - and one that Sara doesn’t enjoy that much.
A hamburger.
I’ve done pretty well with meals so far: chicken, fish, soup, eggs. The only weak point has been the Mountain Dews, which, as those of you who have eaten lunch with me have been so quick to point out, I’m having trouble kicking. In light of this “mostly” good behavior I decided to treat myself a little.
I bought some ground chuck from the fresh market, seared it on both sides in a pan with a splash of olive oil, then put it in a 400 degree oven until it was the high side of medium rare. I put the tiniest sheen of mayo on a toasted bum with some fresh cracked pepper and… man… it was goooooood.
Instead of french fries I had some baked cheese straws from the Fresh Market (a very small half-a-handful). Instead of a Mt. Dew I had a 7-Up. It’s a little less sugar and calories and no caffeine. Baby steps…
There’s my confession. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Thank you internets. You’re always there for me when I need you.
-Patch
