Â February 9 Saturday
The Singles Club plus some not-so-single persons had another aftershift camwhoring session at Eat my English. I survived on Cara’s leftovers, Wendee’s Bicol Express and chicharon with rice. Then had coffee at McDonald’s while telling stories about grisly childhood experiences:
voice over from Dennis: When I was in grade school, my head fell off and they just sewed me back together…
In the afternoon, tagged along at a ministry planning session and was treated to yummy veggies for dinner Saturday. I was also introduced to the delight of truffles, cloyingly sweet chocolates that just melted in my mouth.
Â February 10 Sunday
The following day, we had a business lunch over lechon de leche, sinigang na hipon, manggang hilaw with bagoong, and pinakbet. In return, I had to endure half a day of “commercial breaks” aka: matchmaking attempts. But the food was worth the teasing. Come Sunday night, had a fastfood blitz with my KC mates at KFC, Starbucks and Chowking.
February 11 Monday
Had dinner at Wendy’s with Carmi and Darlene; shared our usual angst and commiserated over how plans are meant to be changed. Shrimp sandwich and chili rice for me. Also, got each other excited for the summer Visayas island hopping escapade.
February 12 Tuesday
UP Fair for me was walking around the Sunken Garden, sampling isaw, balut, fishballs, dirty icecream, lomi, etc while listening to Imago playing Sundo live.
February 13 Wednesday
Discovered a new eating place, Likha Diwa at Krus na Ligas, Diliman. Winner! There were wonderful veggie meals that were not too salty or liberally sprinkled with MSG. I had grilled buttered tuna with pesto sauce, eggplant salad and fried tofu. Also tasted my friend’s kare-kare dish. Then for dessert, we attacked the blueberry cheesecake and mango crepe with ice cream. Washed it all down with Kalinga brewed coffee which smelled heavenly and delivered the caffeine kick I need to survive the night shift.Â
February 14 Thursday
I hibernated, since I already stored enough
fat food for 16 hours ofÂ slumber. My budget has died from an attack of overeating. No regrets. For me, it’s not really the food that makes eating out enjoyable. It’s who I eat with.