The No White Rice, No White Bread, No White Pasta, No Fried Foods Quest continues. I cheated a little at Trish's wedding. To be exact, I had the following contraband items: spanakopita (damn you, tasty phyllo dough), curry chicken in new roasted potato (damn you, tasty spud), and wedding cake (damn you, tasty fluffy goodness).
When Mr. Monkey was in the Midwest for work last week, The Quest was going extremely well, but, now that he's back, I find myself struggling to keep this up. Knowing full well that I was on this limited diet, Mr. Monkey agreed to go to a ramen place with his family this past weekend, which sort of pissed me off. It's a ramen place! All they serve is -- surprise -- RAMEN!
While everybody else slurped up huge bowls of noodles, I ate a tiny plate of vinegar pork.
So. Not. Satisfying.
Even Li'l Monkey Niece ("LMN") savored a small bowl of fried rice. Everybody at the table was commenting on how great the noodles and soup were. I just pushed my stupid dinky little slices of pork around my plate, attempting to coat them in more vinegar for more flavor. Pathetic.
I guess they're not really related to this fat post, but here are some pics of LMN at the ramen place. (I guess they're sort of related. You can kind of see the big bowls of noodles I couldn't eat.) Even though I had plenty of time for snapshots in light of my minuscule meal o' meat, LMN was just too fast for my iPhone.
For dinner, I had a small turkey sandwich on thin slices of multigrain bread and a nectarine. Just one foot away from me, Mr. Monkey inhaled half a fried chicken, a bowl of Rainier cherries, two old fashioned donuts, and two Diddy Riese cookies. He weighs only six more pounds than I do and is seven inches taller.