wickedwords

Friday we ordered take out for the first time in three weeks. I'd seen an article interviewing the owner of the mexican restaurant at the bottom of our hill, and he talked about the rough time they are having -- they have 2 restaurants, and 5 people working on take out and delivery orders but they aren't turning a profit. So we decided to order something last night, and Lar picked up. We descended on the enchiladas, corn chips, and soft tacos like we were ravenous wolves or something. Or at least cats that didn't think they'd been fed for a day. It took us maybe 15 minutes to eat, and oh, it was so, so good.

However, it did break through a mental barrier I had: We picked up Starbucks this morning too. We're going back to eating at home, but it was like the high from a couple of 'cheat meals' when you're on a diet. I think that's the only way to explain how it felt.