They must be made. I have a long history of indecision. It complicates my life, particularly when I am trying to order food. I live a relatively healthy lifestyle, and it manifests itself in my thought processes when trying to make decisions about food. I hate it when I decide to go for smart choices over what my heart is really after, because I usually always end up dissatisfied. That is not to say that I don't love nutritious foods and incorporate them into my life. In fact, a pear, endive, and walnut salad has been running through my thoughts all day, and I intend to conquer it promptly.
To save myself from rambling, I will simply tell you that this weekend I successfully defeated my indecision (if only momentarily), and ended up with a very satisfied stomach and soul. They're pretty much the same thing, you know. A wonderfully enjoyable night spent over a meal with my family in celebration of my brother's birthday. I broke the chains of habit and ordered a burger. For the record, I hardly ever eat beef, but enjoyed my southwestern-inspired hunk of meat, savoring every spicy, charbroiled bite.
This morning at breakfast, another victory (in the excellent company of my similarly indecisive friend, with the takeaway being satisfaction for both parties.). Bread pudding with a fruit compote of what I discerned to be blueberry, marionberry, tart dried cherries and spiced dark chocolate. A pretty pink box with the remains await to make for another splendid morning, despite the promise of cold and rain.
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