Some people live to eat, others eat to live. I certainly love good food, and I’ll travel long distances and pay high prices for an especially good meal. Nevertheless, I probably belong in latter category — eat to live. When I’m distracted by the excitement of a new city, not to mention reading, writing, blogging, meeting people, I sometimes postpone meals, or take them quickly and conveniently. My belt now fastens around my waist one notch tighter than it used to. I’m not happy about that.
Here’s today’s breakfast:
Edit: The pepper vodka in the corner of the photo was NOT part of breakfast. I swear.