Engorged
What do you think of when you hear the word?
I don't quite know what I used to think of. Maybe deer ticks? Dutchess County being what it is.Well, I don't know that I'll be able to think of anything else now but Maneesh. Wow.
Today was quite unique in that I seem to have successfully broken my recent hangover curse. The curse of "drink ONE glass of wine at dinner, wake up feeling fuzzy and horribly nauseous until 5pm the next day, and cursing the cruelty of life". This hit sometime at the beginning of summer, I know not why, and I've been trying to cut back on drinking ever since. Unlike some, maybe, I value those pre-5pm hours. But today, after a rough night full of confusion (the last thing I remember is Manoj and my unseemly critiquing of a go-go boy's ass complexion), I woke up and opened my eyes gingerly. I felt suspiciously normal. "Sometimes it takes a half hour to hit," I told myself.
Two hours later and still okay! It might be because I'm still drunk. But what a joy I would feel if, instead, I had returned to my college-era alcohol invincibility! Just think. I woke up the day after my 20th birthday party - a night of legend, in my eyes at least - feeling no worse for wear. I don't want to jinx it. On with the drinking?!
And on with this: my celebratory morning after sandwich. Fancy that - my first recipe!
Morning After Sandwich (To Be Eaten in Bed)
I don't quite know what I used to think of. Maybe deer ticks? Dutchess County being what it is.Well, I don't know that I'll be able to think of anything else now but Maneesh. Wow.
Today was quite unique in that I seem to have successfully broken my recent hangover curse. The curse of "drink ONE glass of wine at dinner, wake up feeling fuzzy and horribly nauseous until 5pm the next day, and cursing the cruelty of life". This hit sometime at the beginning of summer, I know not why, and I've been trying to cut back on drinking ever since. Unlike some, maybe, I value those pre-5pm hours. But today, after a rough night full of confusion (the last thing I remember is Manoj and my unseemly critiquing of a go-go boy's ass complexion), I woke up and opened my eyes gingerly. I felt suspiciously normal. "Sometimes it takes a half hour to hit," I told myself.
Two hours later and still okay! It might be because I'm still drunk. But what a joy I would feel if, instead, I had returned to my college-era alcohol invincibility! Just think. I woke up the day after my 20th birthday party - a night of legend, in my eyes at least - feeling no worse for wear. I don't want to jinx it. On with the drinking?!
And on with this: my celebratory morning after sandwich. Fancy that - my first recipe!
Morning After Sandwich (To Be Eaten in Bed)
- country bread
- two eggs
- cheddar cheese, sliced
- butter
- Sriracha sauce
- salt and pepper, to taste