buttony muddle-headed...

It’s been a long time since my husband and I dined out. I’d like to think that both of us dreadfully miss it but no, not really. We always knew it would come as soon as the baby would come – which was no fuss since we have had enough of dining out when we were still both single. My body was a living proof then. I was ten pounds overweight. As embarrassing at it seems to confess, it doesn’t seem to have mattered at that time. Because while I was getting furious every time I couldn’t fit into some of my clothes, there’s always Idoy who smiles and says he wants those love handles anyway. Yikes.

Oops. I’m going off on a tangent. To get back, indeed, Idoy and I love to eat out. I remember on special occasions (paydays with bonus included), we would try out places some people haven’t heard of and some people never get used to like fine dining restaurants. Count me in. In those restaurants, menus are often hard to read. Finding descriptions next to their dishes would be a big donation. With menus easily confusing an adventurous food-lover, I would end up having plate envy. And, one bad choice often prevents me for a return visit. However, there’s one choice Idoy and I often make that seldom frustrates our palates - steak and pasta. Whatever kind of steak (rib-eye, sirloin, t-bone,etc) with whatever kind of sauce (herb, etc), whatever pasta with whatever sauce especially done with pesto would be a flight to the heavens and to the heavens alone. Slurp.

I wonder when we are going to take that flight again. Probably in about 20 days or a year or so. No worries, really, on how long it’d take. Let me take comfort to the saying, “absence makes the heart grow fonder”. Steaks would then be juicer as pasta would be firmer over time. I don’t think they’d get old. I hope they never get old. For if they do, what follows next to the premise “You are what you eat” would hurt. Argh.

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In line with that premise, I’ve read somewhere that your food choices can show your mood. If you find yourself reaching for chips or crackers, it might mean you’re “stressed out”. If you opt for ice cream, macaroni and cheese then you might turn out to be “sad”. If you’re gobbling bread or doughnuts that provide quick satisfaction, you might just be “sexually frustrated”. And since I mentioned steak and pasta as favorites of ours, I checked on that. Steak (meat) meant we might have been “angry” and pasta meant we might have been “lonely”. Let me check our status then: Were we always fighting? Err, yes. Were we always a bad company for each other? Err, somewhat. Hu-whaat?! Raaar! Hehe.

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