Sunday

So I missed a day. Is that so terrible? Saturday remains a bit of a blur, insofar as what I ate and drank. Except that we did go out to dinner with friends that evening, to Cafe Zoolu, down the hill from here. Ellie and I had decided in advance that we would split a dish, but that decision went the way of so many good intentions, and I ended up with two enormous pork chops and a huge dollop of mashed potatoes--with a mix of green and white string beans and a good portion of chunky apple sauce on the side. I did set aside one of the pork chops before I started, and left some of the mashed potato to take home. But I shared a whole bottle of red wine with my friend, Brian, while Ellie managed to be more judicious, with a single glass of white.

Well, there, that's the confession. Now for Sunday.

We did not have our regular cup of morning tea, first thing. The fact is, we had run out of milk, and I'm not especially keen on English tea without it. It was a lovely morning, though--a sunny break between our current series of rainstorms--so we decided to walk down to the market with George the dog before the anticipated rain set in again for the day. And once on the road, could not resist the opportunity to head down to the beach, much to George's delight. There's nothing better in his mind than a romp on the beach with his ball.

The surf was wild, the sand was wet and firm, the sun continued to shine... A perfect Sunday morning.

Okay, the "diet of choice."

We made that cup of tea on our return, but agreed to be patient a while longer for breakfast--still well ballasted with last night's dinner. Then a friend stopped by, and we chatted for another hour.

A late breakfast, then. An onion bagel from the freezer. Cut in thirds, and buttered. My English scrambled eggs, with milk and a dab of melted butter in the mix. Marmalade. Coffee (two cups, with milk.) And a small bowl of fruit salad.

No lunch. But mid-afternoon, at tea time, a cup of chai with milk AND two small cookies,

Before dinner, a small glass of sherry. It's Sunday, no? And for a serving of salmon, baked with onion and lemon slices, a baked potato, and some greens. And a glass of white wine. And afterwards, a scoop of soy cream. It's Sunday, no?