Haunted by cabbage

Remember after lunch? When I went heavy on the salad, light on the quiche, one bite of dessert? Remember all those hours ago, when life was one ding-dang ticker tape parade, and all was well with the world?

There is a really good restaurant here in my little town. I do not mean that it is some four-star affair with escargot and pesto and that new wine called Shazbat or Hazzah or whatever the fancy people drink nowadays. I mean it has mashed potatoes (what they call "cream potatoes" here in the South), meat loaf, fried chicken, dumplings. Things of that nature.

How much do you like me that "pesto" ranks on my list of fancy food? Miami Vice called. They want their idea of cool back.

I have been raving about said restaurant since the day I got here. My father has been dying to go there, as he likes him a local diner as much as the next gal.

So, after Garden Club today, I took him on a tour of the town (I showed him the grocery store where they have the pig stomachs and chicken feet. I knew he'd love it), and I bought me a lovely pink license plate from the John Deere store, because I have clearly lived here too long and things from John Deere suddenly seem really cool to me, almost as cool as pesto.

Afterward we had dinner at that local restaurant. The "we-have-Pepsi-not-Shazbat-wine" restaurant. What is that wine really called? Shazam? Wahzir? You know what I mean, right?

I am sorry to tell you that I had fried chicken and also cabbage for dinner. They have a whole list of side dishes to choose from. Cabbage sounded good. I do not know why.

After our spectacularly delicious meal, which we ate while sitting in the window seat at the restaurant, while rain poured down outside, we came back and I did my two miles on the treadmill. Because I have NOT forgotten that I am supposed to be living healthy this year. And also that I am training for a half-marathon. Really, nothing keeps you more honest than the thought that you have to run 13 miles -- in a row -- in a few months.

Well. Guess what. You eat some friend chicken? And also some cabbage? And then you run as fast and as hard as you possibly can for 33 minutes? Girl. You are gonna feel sick. (And yes, I can run two miles in less than 33 minutes. Leave me alone. I did a warm up and a cool down. Thank you.)

Oh, I am unwell right now. I have quease like never before. Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration. But I do not feel so fresh, I can tell you that.

So let this be a lesson to you. No fried chicken and treadmill combo. You hear?

Comments

[StotheL]

Feel better! Your posts always crack me up and remind me of living in South Carolina. I recently visited a town and was given a tour of the dump.

On the plus side, cabbage is good for you, right?

[Aimee]

The wine is Shiraz -- not that I ever get out to a restaurant that actually serves it, I just admire them from afar :)

[The Nester]

So sorry you feel awful. Your dad is such a cutie though, that should cheer you up.

Miami vice called--I love you. My line of Iraq called got me in trouble in my comments, some supposed Iraqi person got all hot and bothered because they don't have electricity and all and that I shouldn't be making fun. Guess she has a long extention cord so she can read blogs.

This was entirely the wrong place to write this. Hate me.

[kelly]

Shiraz, I love. Cabbage? How do you even serve that as a side dish? I think of it more as a sort of shredded salad thing.It sounds quite healthful, though. I do not think I have ever even purchased cabbage at the market. Shiraz? Yep, purchased that.

[Tee]

Oh my, I hope you fell better. Next time fun first, then have the delicious meal. Thank you for the claification of cream/mashed potatoes. We have always had creamed potatoes here in the south. :-)

[Christie]

Miami Vice called...mmmwwaaahhhh (that's me laughing out loud and pouding on the desk with my head down).

Love it. Love it all.

[Your Pal from MA]

Are you talking about Syrah?

I love me a Petite Syrah. Yumm. Much lighter than Shiraz.

[Ree]

Oh, yes, Run first. First. then, eat. especially fried stuff. And then cabbage, too? Well, I guess you can always call it a double work out if you keep running to the bathroom, right?

[Bronwyn]

Mork called. He wants his Shazbat back!

Then Mindy called and she's hemmin' and hawin' over whether to drink some tasty Petit Syrah or some tasty Shiraz...

[Sleeping Beauty]

Who in hell would eat a full meal and THEN go for a 2-mile run? Makes me feel queasy just thinking about it. I need a new half-marathon partner......

[dlh]

So sorry to hear you weren't feeling well. You have given me an idea for when I don't want to get on the treadmill, I'll just eat some chicken & cabbage and then I won't feel guilty, maybe.

[Lara]

So I take it you didn't really like your new haircut and you are waiting for it to grow out before you take a picture and post for all us OCDer out here that can quit wondering what you look like now? :)

[Lenette]

Pootie poot poot.