“There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.” -- Greta Garbo

Sunday, May 10, 2009


WARNING: This post contains potentially craving triggering words. Just warning.

This post is meant to show me how terribly I've eaten today. It's to remind me of all the parts of the insane amount of food I've consumed. I am to look at this whenever I have a binging mood; if I see this, maybe I'll feel such horror at the idea of eating like a pig that I'll tell food to fuck off.

I live in the South. And, the South has amazing comfort foods. AMAZING. For Mother's Day, we went to this family-style restaurant where they bring out platters of food that everyone helps themselves from. And this place had the all of those amazing comfort foods.

This is all of what I had: fried chicken, fried okra (tons of fried okra), creamed corn, carrot souffle, mashed potatoes, cornbread, cornbread salad, soup beans with ham, collard greens with vinegar, green beans with ham, steak and gravy, and rhubarb cobbler with ice cream.

Ugh ugh ugh.


TryingShadow said...

Ohh sounds good.
I'm in Australia but have aallwways wanted to go to the South for the food and culture.
Corn bread. It just sounds so darn nice.
On the bad side tho - Naughty Margeurite!! =)


skinny love said...

I live in the south US as well, and fried okra/hushpuppies are two of my favorite BADBADBADBAD foods.