So it's easy to understand how the food lover can be seduced upto greed-induced agony, and last night ended in such a situation for me! I rarely feel full; in fact, most of the time I am at least a little bit hungry. So we ordered 6 bowls of Racion (large) tapas [note: the table of 5 behind us ordered 6 meduim-sized bowls...].
Pea and potato curry
And then there was a bowl of rice and chutney provided.
So we made it through most of this, no problem. And I couldn't resist a pud!
Honestly the most delicious carrot cake to ever pass my lips. Made without flour, butter or eggs. Joy of joys! We then hit Evil Eye for a tough 7% cider to aid indigestion.
No suprises, today is a groaning, stick-to-soup day. So worth it!
In other news, I have tough decisions to make this afternoon: I said I'd play flute in the orchestra for a production of Patience by Gilbert and Sullivan (a proper public performance, so exciting!) but I unknowingly have made other commitments for 3 of the performance days. I also intend to write more of my feminism article for the Women's Committee magazine (I am wearing my glasses and so in a productive, intellectual mood!) and a letter to a friend. I recieved a letter from an old old school friend today, which was the most wonderful thing. I still write letters, but not as often as I would like to, and recieving this has reminded me exactly how good it feels to read and write letters. So this should be a good, pen-involved afternoon.