Relationships - Sisters
My wife got an email today which I absolutely cannot top with anything else that I might write... so here it is with the names blocked out to protect the... innocent? I couldn't make this stuff up.
Ladies,
My recent experience reveals secret knowledge that I am now privileged to share with you:
Big Hair no longer holds the record for BIGNESS in Texas ~
White Carbs are now the leading BIGNESS in the Lone Star State.
Here's the facts:
1. I arrived, fortunately well-fed on a low-carb lunch and dinner, at 9 p.m. at DFW. M*** and R***** picked me up and we stopped by a supermarket on the way home to pick up some non-fat half and half for my constant consumption of chai. R***** sacrificed her bed for me as she always does, and I passed the night very nicely.
2. Friday morning T*** took the children to school and returned to inform me that she'd eaten breakfast already ~ a piece of toast! AND that I was to hurry up and eat because we had work to do!! namely:
I ate a couple eggs and survived the carb-infested day eating only one-half a truffle and one-half praline amid my salads, which were slim picking because The T***Master does not like salad ~ whoever thunk it??
- chocolate-covered eclairs
- key lime cake
- pralines
- truffles
- bread pudding.
3. We were to go out to dinner. There was discussion of Mexican, but we couldn't think of something that was not suffused with beans and tortillas, so we went to the delightful neighborhood grill and I had steak with 2 veggies, carefully avoiding eye contact with the mashed potatoes, deep-fried catfish, hushpuppies and skinny curly freedom fries on the surrounding plates.
4. Saturday, about 2 hours after I've awakened and eaten half the remaining lettuce in the fridge, M*** arrives with a breakfast burrito which he offers to third with me and R*****. Starving, I succumb. The T***Master, exhausted from sugar, I'm sure, slept till 1030 when M*** sicced S**** on her.
5. Several hours and some cleaning and yard work later, The T***Master eats a corn dog. I eat a piece of kielbasa and the remaining lettuce.
6. Hoping that my very skinny sister-in-law will do better, I arrive late afternoon in Denton famished. S***** serves chips for a snack, with no cheese or dip or garnish (they're fattening!). We have dinner: spaghetti, bread and butter, and two pieces of lettuce with one-half cherry tomato on individual plates so one cannot scarf up an extra share. Feeling weak from hunger, I eat it all except the bread.
7. Sunday I take M******* to Mass and we go to L'Madeleine for brunch. I manage to convince them that 11 a.m. is in good time for a grilled chicken caesar, which the lunch crew agrees to wrestle up for me "even though it's Sunday "~ something about Texas, perhaps?
8. Arriving back in Fort Worth in time for the ten-yearly M******** Christmas gathering (she said it'd be ten years and she doesn't know how J****** and L**** do it annually!) I face trays of:
9. I eat bread pudding with bourbon sauce, one praline, and drink tons of fat-free chai to tide me over. Having the foresight to realize that dinner might not be on The T***Master's agenda, on Saturday I'd suggested thawing the pork roast, which she did. When I realize about 5 p.m. that she's perfectly content with
- pralines
- truffles
- key lime cake
- bread pudding
- chocolate-covered eclairs
- and sugared punch.
I repair to the kitchen and put the pork on to roast. Later, much later, The T***Master focuses on the fact that no one named M******** has had any FOOD this day, she checks the roast and announces that we need rice, and a vegetable for S****** ~ you know, a vegetable, like real low-carb lima beans. I eat.
- pralines
- key lime cake
- bread pudding
- truffles
- chocolate-covered eclairs
10. M*** and I share a bottle of wine and I hit the sack again.
11. On Monday I leave for the airport with somewhat more than I arrived with, so they give me a paper bag with handles to carry the overflow. Fine. I get into the airport and a man says, "Oh, Papasito's! It's the best isn't it?" I realize he's referring to the bag and say I didn't get there, just have the bag. Four, do you hear? FOUR more people notice the bag and remark on how wonderful Papasito's is. I wearily explain again and again and again and again. Finally, I'm hauling into the plane cabin and the DC-based! flight attendant says, "Papasito's! My absolute absolute favorite! Don't you just love it?" explanations ~ and advice about my next trip to Forth Worth and I take a seat.
12. Tuesday morning I get on the scale and wonder why I didn't go to Papasito's? what possible difference could it have made?
In short, K****, you have no worry about my overtaking you anytime in the near future: I arrived home 4 pounds heavier than I left 5 days ago. But I have till Friday to get one or two of them off!
However, I most highly recommend visiting this last American refuge of total-carb eating habits. Aside from that BIG fact, the house is marvelously wonderful in varied ways ~ photos to follow as soon as K**** J***** gets over here to help me out on the Adobe Photoshop. In my very expert judgment I have pronounced the neighborhood the very most wonderful in the entire family! The company is excellent. R*****'s bed is comfy. The kids are fun and interesting. The dog is silly. And the conversation challenging.
But I'm fasting till Friday ~
love,
S******