WHY is it that whenever I order breakfast from a fast food outlet, I always go for longganisa and hotdog? Does this mean I’m craving for what may sound as a Kris Kringle gift suggestion: something long and hot?
And just when I’m eating ever so peacefully, there’s a guy with his lap open. Er, his laptop open. He’s talking loudly on his phone, and everyone else could hear that he arrived in Cagayan de Oro last night, and he’s now having breakfast at a mall’s fast food outlet, and is going to his mobile phone’s service provider once the mall is open. He adds that he could be the only representative from the company’s provincial branch and may end up as its report’s presenter.
He’s calling other colleagues, announcing the same story which we have memorized by now as he repeats its details over and over again. We anxiously wait for 10 am when the mall opens so he could finally shut up and go to the service provider already.
Another customer is complaining about her takeout order that was made an hour ago, and it’s only now that the packages are being delivered to her table. I also waited long for my “long and hot” breakfast. I guess the “fast” in fast food could also mean fasting, and not fast as in Speedy Gonzales. The cashier already warned me when I ordered, that it would take 15 minutes. It has been a busy morning for them.
Two hours later, I’m eating again. Lunch this time. Samgyupsal—easily a low-carb meal have I chosen to avoid the squash, pickled radish, the cute potatoes, and condiments. And there’s the usual Coke Zero to lessen the guilt.
Food is usually present in reunions. Savoring yummy food while talking, and then planning where to have coffee later. We are women of a certain age, we’ve become the ladies who lunch.
While having iced tableya drink and tableya cake—definitely high-carb—it’s suddenly raining cats and dogs. We decide to go home early to avoid traffic, which is “standard operating procedure” in CDO when streets are flooded. Even Masterson Avenue in the uptown area gets flooded now. Whew.
Despite the full tummy, I still have dinner upon arriving home—chicken sausages and two fried eggs. That’s not “long and hot” anymore, but short with two circles—perhaps the clearest answer to the question, Clue please? The brilliant mind will be thinking of only one thing. And there’s the sweetest mango for dessert. Yum!
Before bedtime, the low-carb dieter then calculates her carb intake for the day. The verdict: OMG—oh, my guts. Haha.
A friend also wants to follow a low-carb diet, and while sharing what I know about it, I’m feasting on squash, potatoes, and pickled radish which she wisely avoids. By the time we’re at the coffee shop, how to advise her to order water only if I’m already choosing between Spanish latte and the iced tableya drink? And she’s taking home mangos from me, complete with this foodie advice: pair that with suman and sikwate.
