We’re making an attempt here at Chez Guique to be more active and eat better. We went for the bike ride the other night – 11 miles, not too shabby – and today I felt like a salad rather than a gutbomb at the office cafeteria.
I stood behind a rather heavy woman who very slowly picked individual leaves of lettuce out of the bin in the salad bar. Then she very slowwwly and deliberately put 4 ladles of French dressing on her salad. I waited until she moved away, then added a couple of items and crunchy things to mine, followed by 1 (one) ladle of something creamy. Then I moved around the corner to where there are a few more salad doodads, because I wanted some more veggies and a roll. The heavy woman reversed course (she had been adding some more veggies, too) and went back to the dressings area and slowwwly poured one more ladle of French dressing on her salad.
Now, I’m no lightweight (except for when it comes to financial matters and Serious Business). It just struck me as a little… odd. Of course, the way she held the ladle was what originally caught my eye – instead of grasping it by the hook on the end of the handle, she made a fist around the handle, halfway down, like a toddler being allowed to pour hot fudge on their ice cream for the very first time.
And… five ladles’ worth? That’s going to be pretty counter-productive in any diet. Anyway, my salad was fine with just the one “splop” of dressing, thanks.
Dessert consisted of watching 3 well-built young guys run the 50-yard dash in the courtyard with their shirts off. They were timed by a guy with a stopwatch and clipboard. Have no idea what that was about, but it was entertaining – first when they took their shirts off, then when each one would sprint toward the dining room window. Because these were young guys, they had baggy running shorts on, and the sprinting meant that their shorts sagged a little more around the waist, so the most entertaining part was wondering if they’d stop to pull their shorts up if they started to slip, or if they’d just go for it and not risk a slower time.
They all went for it, and the shorts slipped pretty low, but not low enough to risk a fine.
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Don’t you just “grabaterias”??!! You need to see the swell people at Home Town Buffet. Everytime I feel a little overweight we go there for dinner. Damn – it makes me feel 20 pounds lighter. They say, “you are what you eat”. Right now I’m a very happy bottle of white wine!
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We have “Country Buffet” here, and also there’s a China Buffet chain. We mostly avoid buffet restaurants except for the nicer kind of “Sunday breakfast” buffet.