Sunday, March 02, 2008
Translation: This is how we do it, baby.
Buzzed. That's how I felt after a couple of drinks down at Ye Olde Happy Hour. This is one of the supreme benefits of not eating much (I skipped lunch, without any qualms). The downside is that thoughts enter your head like, "Ooh, that looks like a good place to get steak frites," or "Hey! I could totally go for a cassoulet."
As good as the latter sounds on a chilly, mildly rainy night, I had enough sense to just come home and make dinner. A big bowl of spaghetti, pomodoro/basilico sauce with lardons fumés, plenty of fresh bread. And yes, that is a micro-mini bottle of Heineken. I even had the wherewithal to serve myself dessert: A tiny chocolate pastry from a local patisserie, followed by the requisite demi-tasse of coffee.
All to the tune of about €3 in raw materials, and not too much time in the kitchen. Oh, how glorious it is not to be in a hotel anymore!
Let's see how this goes when I get home all tired from work this week...