You might not believe it, but I got the inspiration for my decision this morning as I was making breakfast. I was leaning on the counter in the kitchen, staring at my breakfast sizzling in the pan on the stove, when it hit me that this is the kind of meal that keeps me fat. I enjoy the rituals of cooking, the sensory stroke of herbs and spices, the presentation of food on plate. That’s my downfall – getting caught up in the culinary experience. The configuration of crispy maple bacon (fat, fat, fat), the over-easy egg with that yellow kosher-salted orb peeking out from the pepper-specked white (looking like a ballerina skirt to me). The yolk also rises (excuse me, Ernest Hemingway). I…
Categories: Butterbody, Things I'm Going to Do
Tagged: back on track
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