TOAST - An "Ode"
Now, normally I can take or leave toast. I like a slice now and then. And I do like Thomas' Original English Muffins with butter or a real bagel (not a supermarket bagel) w/ cream cheese and nova - perhaps a few capers and a slice of tomato... But regular toast. Nah, not so much.
Well, today I WANT toast. Why? Because I can't have it. No one's going to shoot me if I do, but if I'm going to achieve my 'goal' - it's no toast for me. At least not for two weeks.
Again, why? I'm in the first minute and a half of the first two weeks of South Beach. Not the town in Florida, but the diet.
But why am I craving toast and not a potato or rice or pasta or a chip? Because Richard made toast this morning and the aroma followed me all the way into my office (which really isn't far since my office is right off the kitchen) and visions of his wheat toast with melted butter flooded my mind, followed with visions of Jewish rye toast smothered in butter and sour dough toast smothered in butter and mult-grain toast smothered with butter and even wonderful Wonder Bread white toast smothered with butter... Oh, my...
Apparently I'm not good with denial. And I really can't blame Richard. Although next time he does it, he's toast!
