If there wasn't already and awesome book/blog titled, "This is Why I'm Fat"-it would be the name of this post.
The Philly Beer Industry Biggest Loser kicks off tonight at 5:30.
I can't wait to be/feel healthy again. I was doing so well before Casey Parker's wedding.
I went to the gym. I ran. I actually exposed my arms at the wedding.
The last ten days took their toll.
I was deprived of sleep, but never food, as I stuffed my face constantly.
I ate when I was hungry. I ate when I was not.
Calcium-rich TUMS' stock is up as is the scale.
My beer week kicked off with some nice snacks from Bar Ferdinand. Everyone knows they have great food, but people are always in a sangria state of mind. Their beer list doesn't get talked about as much, but they definitely "get it" and have great beers on their menu. These battered and fried cubes were filled with cheese and topped with a marshmallow like cube. They were as tasty as they are cute.
3 of them. I am taking responsibility for only one of them.
There was the "late night with Joe Gunn" cheese steak with whiz (so much more on this epic event later). That was totally intentional and I shared it with fellow liver destroyer, Wendy, and Gordon Grubb. He only got two bites.
Saturday I cheated on beer week with a long bike ride and glass of Pinot Gris at Valley Green inn.
Before we left-we needed some energy. In my beer week world, that's provided with grease.
Everytime I go to Paesanos I get the Arista. I switched it up that afternoon and got the Paesano.
Tender brisket, fried egg, cheese, roasted tomatoes and other goodies. I could only eat half. So I rode my bike the the homeless area by the public library and left it on a bench. I hope it was eaten.
Sunday. I made it. I should celebrate. And I should celebrate with SPTR's fried mac and cheese balls. But I haven't stopped wanting it ever since. I order the omlette du jour. Asparagus, mushroom, and cheese. Just as yummy as everything else that comes out of Scott Schroeder's kitchen. Somehow I left without ordering the fried ice cream sandwich.
Speaking of dessert- I made a batch of Chocolate ice cream tonight with crushed Hanover sourdough pretzels. It's called "Snyders of Hangover." And since I'm a heffer, please come over and have some so I don't eat all 2 quarts.