Not REALLY Cheating

It’s been a long day with clients and journalists. I needed the protein. And I turned down a ton of carbs, but there is probably a half pound of brisket and a half pound of chicken on the table.

Lord help me, I love Texas.


Ellen’s OMG Sunday Power Breakfast Blowout

I skipped the toast and the hash browns (should have just told them to hold it.) Gorged on this huge chicken breast/spinach/jalapeño/onion omelet. Along with five cups of Ellen’s superb coffee, I walked out floating on air.

This is my new Dallas hangout.

What do I miss?

I miss toast.

Saying that, I know that I enjoy the smell of fresh bread toasting, and the associated anticipation, more that I enjoy than actually eating toast.

Because when you think about it, the taste of toast is the lesser half of the whole experience. The tongue is pleased by the shmear, not the hot, dry bread.

I promise to continue to tell myself this, especially as I walk past the bakery on my way to breakfast tomorrow.

Plated Contrast

For your consideration, courtesy of Brent’s Deli in Westlake Village:

Above, my breakfast: egg whites, spinach, jalapenos, mushrooms, and chicken breast omelet with tomatoes on the side. No potatoes, no bread.

Below, my son’s breakfast: two California omelets, two orders of hash browns, and two bagels inbound.

The young and athletic are truly different from you and me.