Now, 9 hours later, the oatmeal is mostly gone. I'm having those irritating stomach pains that are supposed to remind you that your thoughts should be on God. Instead, I find myself thinking about lunch.
Of course, I haven't been doing myself any favors. I spent a while this morning looking up Bed & Breakfasts in Bar Harbor, Maine because I would like to take Sophie there for a weekend when I get back to the States. In the search, I found one very nice looking B&B called The Maples Inn. On top of decent prices, great location, and attractive rooms, they have had a couple of their breakfast items published in Gourmet. And yes, if you know me, you know the rest of the story. I looked up the recipes. I examined them, envisioned them, and evaluated what I might have done differently. And it made me hungry.
I have been doing a good job so far of staying focused away from food, but how can one ignore blueberry and cream cheese stuffed french toast or panna cotta with raspberry sauce? I guess I just have to be grateful that there are no pictures other than those my mind creates. (Which happen to be very vivid and laid out in the Gourmet style with lush colors and a tableset that accents the theme of the article, in this case, I'm guessing Summer in Maine.) By the way, has anyone noticed that a rather large number of my blog posts deal extensively with food? And I still am not sold on the idea of opening a diner? Yeah...
Anyways! The hunger strike for heaven continues today until 5:30ish when we will have the big Carnegie Mellon in Qatar iftar. It should be pretty fabulous. I, for one, am planning on camping out next to the shawarma stands. Yeah, that's right, we got shawarma stands for our iftar, how cool are we?! I'm excited. Food. And water.
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Awww darling. I, too, am thinking about food, but only cause my tooth hurts and I can't really bite right now. All I want in the world is applesauce, but we are out.
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