The Routine: Savory and Sweet
As I sit upon my creaky throne at 10:36 pm on January 11, 2012, I am not playing Borderlands(which was gifted to me last summer by a friend) because the people with whom I would play are currently playing the shit out of League of Legends, much to my chagrin.
I am instead thinking about how full my stomach is.
I’ve been preaching for a while now about the sanctity of “always savory to sweet, never sweet to savory.” It came about because I realized that after a savory meal, I always felt an itch, whether in my gums or my soul, to continue eating. This weird desire is usually sated by a dessert of regardless quality.
After dinner tonight, I ate two bags of small Ritz Bitz cheese cracker sandwiches and then one bag of Famous Amos. This is a mini-meal, in fact, mimicking an original stand-by that utilized the larger actual Ritz crackers in conjunction with two slices of Kraft American singles to produce cheese and cracker sandwiches.(My mom diligently took notice of this regular snack and bought the little Ritz sandwiches, which I appreciate).
The point is that it’s very difficult to end on a savory meal or snack. Perhaps it is acceptable, ultimately, to go from sweet to savory, as tonight I ate dried cherries (tart, but, as its most basic level, sweet) before the Ritz Bitz sandwiches, as long as the bookends mimic each other in style (again, as was the case tonight).
The other night I went to some mildly fancy restaurant and ate half a Rotisserie chicken, but was compelled to get that fucking key lime pie because I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied if I finished on a piece of chicken and mashed potatoes. I would either get the key lime pie there or come home and munch on half-heartedly made factory stamped cookies and cookies ‘n’ cream ice cream, long solidified by the freezer prison.
Chipotle may end up being the exception, but I find that I often go home and nom nom on Famous Amos despite my satiety.
