Marcella and I have been friends since we were unceremoniously lumped together as roommates our freshman year of college… meaning we know a lot of each other’s dirty little food secrets, such as who was addicted to maraschino cherries, who chewed bagels too loudly and who forced who to make many a late-night White Hen run for more Breyers Mint Chocolate Chip.
9.15 am: The plan was to have cup of espresso, skim milk and Torani sugar-free hazelnut syrup. It’s my tragic version of an at-home latte. Realized I had no milk. Decided to return library books while out.
9.35 am: No parking spots anywhere.
10.05 am: Espresso concoction, finally. Slice of banana bread that I’d baked before going to bed last night.
11.55 am: Another espresso concoction. I am working on a cookbook project right now even though I don’t frequently cook (though I often toast things). Lemon cake. Greens and beans. FEED ME.
1.00 pm: Campbell’s tomato soup and oyster crackers.
3.00 pm: Anjou pear. Pre-run snack.
4.50 pm: Iced mango mandarin green tea on my way to a meeting. Served in one of those red plastic party cups.
7.12 pm: A few handfuls of sliced almonds.
7.45 pm: More almonds.
8.10 pm — 10.15 pm: A Hoegaarden at my favorite bar, where my sister and I shared a yummy pizza topped with buffalo chicken, sweet and sour sauce, jalapeno peppers and mozzarella cheese. It’s a menu item and a complete success. Seriously. Switched to Lake Placid IPA, then had one more.