assault of gastronomical proportions

Today is Tuesday morning.

Monday.
Sunday.
Saturday.
Friday.
not Thursday.
Wednesday.

nearly 5 consecutive days of gorging. and i'm nauseated.
wait.

Thursday, too. 6 days of gorging.

i'm sick of it. and yet, i know that this will happen all over again. in about 2 days.
there are only a few ways to stop the nonstop eating fest our society embraces.

1. disown all social networking
2. burn every social bridge to the point of no return
3. become atheist (thereby eliminating holiday-themed consumption)
4. voluntary exile from civilization
5. become famous thereby giving you the power to
a. hire a loyal entourage that will confiscate snacks
during moments of weakness
b. incorporate a dietician, trainer, and life motivator into
said entourage
c. get your agent and entertainment lawyer to draw up
dietary clauses in all contracts
d. take your mind off food because you're too busy acting
in a blockbuster for 20 million dollars


for you sick curious folks out there, let me trench you through the past week.
only if you dare.

Monday.

We start off the morning with dense pastries from La Boulange in Cole Valley.
Then cross the Bay to have lunch at Berkeley's Rick & Ann's. I polish off my plate of eggs, cornmeal pancakes, sausages, and tomatillo sauce. Washed it down with a pint of orange juice.
Drive into Napa.
Pit stop at Yountville.
Bouchon Bakery fest, filled with TKOs, macarons, and more dense pastries.
Then tasting at Frog's Leap. With a plate of cheeses, crackers, nuts, and dried fruit. 4 generous glasses of wines. Their merlot is beautiful.
More tasting at Milat. Chenin Blanc was shockingly amazing. Chocolate port. Yums.
Ended up at Castello di Amorosa with more tasting of course. We sipped through 10 different wines. with breadsticks. Rose was decent.
Drive back to Berkeley at 90% mental facility.
More dinner at Asian Ghetto. Topping it all off with a milk tea filled with mini boba balls.

Sunday

enjoyed a salad with macaroni salad, thereby canceling out any possible benefits of the actual salad.
then frozen yogurt with deep fried mozzarella sticks, corn dog poppers.
then enjoyed a homemade banana cream trifle.
ending with a heaping bowl of black bean noodles, fried sweet glazed beef, stuffed pig intestines.

Saturday

attended a full day of SF Chefs. Food. Wine event. Meaning, I started eating at 10am and didn't stop until 11pm as I danced and drank with Chef Hubert Keller spinning eurotechno music on stage.
I do not know what I ate. All I know is I walked the perimeter of the tasting tent at least 10 times and stopping in the middle of the test to fill my trough with a bevvy of alcoholic bevies.

Friday

was the same as Saturday. Or Saturday was the same as Friday.

Thursday

lunch with a friend downtown. I had a pound & a half of food. Then made a meal out of three different art exhibition openings that evening.

Wednesday

brunch at Zazies. Then pizza at Arizmendi. Then pizza at Delfina's. Wine. more food than I can recall.


my stomach is weary. my heart is weak.
my mind is flurried. and body is wreaked.



i need time of refreshing. and of rest.
to flush down my worries
and put my mind to test.