Tomfoolery at Texas Roadhouse; a Zachary-Daiquiri

Breakfast was a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats in skim milk, with a coupla blue berries.

Lunch: a reheated bin of leftovers, consisting of sweet-and-sour pork strips, two tired teriyaki chicken wings, vegetables in a gooey sauce, and white rice blended with the Zatarain's jambalaya dish from Sunday evening.

On the train ride home, I had a package of Keebler's peanut-butter-and-jelly crackers, and a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew.

For dinner, J. and I redeemed a meal voucher at Texas Roadhouse in Leominster. I had a few forkfuls of her sweet potato (undressed, meow) and of her baked beans, and a little dish of steamed veggies, two of their fresh-baked rolls with butter, two-and-a-half glasses of diet cola, half of the half a roasted chicken we split, a Caesar salad, and my portion of the basket of jalapeno-and-cheddar "Rattlesnake Bites" we ordered as an appetizer. Below, Jeremy Teel of Texas Roadhouse shows Good Morning Kentucky's Kellie Wilson how to make these tasty little fat pills:



We had some fun with our meal, since we quickly got bored with the restaurant's entertainment options (namely, shell-your-own-peanuts and make-goofy-faces-at-the-kid-in-the-adjoining-booth). Photo, copyright 2011 Jenna Dee:

At home, before bed at 11 or so, I made J. a daiquiri, with an ounce of rum; a splash each of Chambord, lemon juice, and Chardonnay; a cup of cube ice; fresh sliced strawberries, and a few chunks of watermelon. It was the best damn daiquiri I've ever tasted. J. thought so too, since she only gave me a taste. Greedy thing.

No cookie before bed tonight.

Leftovers for lunch, Longhorn later

After skipping breakfast -- knowing all the while that this is not a good way to start the day off good -- I had lunch at 11 at my desk, a binful of last night's leftovers: a strip of broiled steak, a serving of braised carrots, and two or three cups of that warmed pasta with Parmesan and peas. Water from my tin bottle.

Then Jenna arrived to campus, clamoring (agreeably enough) for companionship during HER lunchbreak. So off to the GSU, where I watched her eat a Subway sammich. When she wasn't watching, I had a bite of it. Also a bag of cheddary Sun Chips, and half of a Mrs. Field's chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich, and some swigs from a bottle of cherry-flavored Coke Zero.

After work, we walked over to Longhorn Steakhouse with Ryne. I had an 8 oz NY strip, with seasonal vegetables swimming in thin butter, and a Caesar salad. When a salad is overdressed, let's start saying that it "wore tux and tails to the backyard barbecue." I know the red meat is fortifying, but I really do not enjoy the facts of its origin. I drank diet Coke, and had two slices of the complimentary wheat bread (full disclosure: it was heavily buttered).

When I picked up Jenna from Panera later, I had a few bites of her citrus chicken. She observed to Ryne that she is weary of having to eat faster and faster, lest the wolves descend. (In this scenario, we, Ryne and I, are the wolves.)

I had a few baby carrots before bed.