I don't know what it is--a mini-miracle, perhaps. I've been in Boston, home to good food and even better beer, and I'm, like, eh! I feel a little sorry that I'm not indulging, and I'm sure it's more the heat than my willpower, but I'm just not into eating a lot these days. Breakfast was one of those funky cookies you only get on airplanes--never saw them before, will probably never see them again (unless it's on my flight home). Lunch was a make-it-yourself salad at a deli where I was able to eat by the window and watch the Bostonians pass by. Dinner at the AAUP opening reception was very delish, but I had all of one glass of chardonnay, baked scrod, one little crab cake (really, about the size of a quarter on steroids), two small wedges of potato, and a salad--the salad was very yummy, with field greens, dried blueberries (which I hadn't had before, but I'll have to find--not really "dry," more like regular blueberries, but chewy), and goat cheese--no dressing because the goat cheese was so creamy it seemed satisfying enough. Yum!! I even passed up the clam chowder, which Greg will chide me about, and no dessert--looked tasty, but, eh!
I think if I had to start cutting back on my food, summer really is the time. Heat and stuffing yourself just doesn't go together. I would love more of this New England fish, and I will, actually, as we go to the aquarium tomorrow, yum ;)
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