My Problem

Yesterday I posted about My Plan and today it’s about my problem.  The reason my plan rarely pans out for too long is because of my problem – I love food and I love eating.

Last night CB and I were going to have leftover homemade chicken soup from the day before.  There wasn’t much left – maybe enough for two bowls – so we made sandwiches to go along with the soup.

We bought some sub rolls and ham and lettuce and tomatoes on New Year’s Eve.  We had cheese already.  So I sliced open the rolls, flipped on the broiler and plopped the bread open on the broiler pan.

“Wait a second,” CB said. “I don’t want mine toasted.”

I was confused, but I pulled his bread out of the broiler and onto a paper plate.

He came up next to me and found the bottle of incredible olive oil he purchased at a store that made all sorts of olive oil during our last trip out of town.  He drizzled the green goodness over the bread and my eyes were in love.

I promptly retrieved my loaf from the broiler and asked that he drizzle some oil on my bread as well.

“Oooh,” I chimed.  “How ’bout some grated Parmesan cheese?”  I was giddy with excitement.

“Sure,” he said, less excited.

I found the fresh(er) Parm we had along with the microplaner and started grating the cheese over the green goodness. MMmmmm, I got giddier and giddier. 

Meanwhile, CB found some Italian seasoning and shook some over the cheese. 

We popped the tricked out bread back under the broiler and within a minute, the bread and the cheese was nice and golden.

Mmmmmm.

Like an assembly line, I placed thinly sliced tomato slices onto the bread followed by some slices of ham and a slice of cheese. Finally I topped it off with some freshly rinsed lettuce and the top of the bread.  I sliced the sandwiches in half and barely made it to the table before devouring it.

I ended up saving 1/2 of my sandwich before even getting to the table because I knew – just by the looks of it – that I’d inhale the whole sandwich if given the opportunity. 

Well… I just inhaled that other half moments ago.  And now I’m starving.  I want to eat and eat and eat.  But instead, I’ll drink some water and try to wait at least 1/2 an hour before eating something else.

I love foods. I love eating. It’s really no wonder I’m as beautifully large as I am because of My Problem with food eh.  Sure lots of it (the eating) is emotional at times, but more so than not, it’s just that I truly enjoy eating good food.

Mmmmmm.