Dada was in France for two weeks with a crew from work to do some training and auditing. Some of you know that he's been trying to stay low/no carb because he finds it easier to keep excess weight off if he combines that with a good bit of exercise.
Well.
Then he ends up in France. With friends. With French food. With nice crusty buns that are tasty and soft on the inside.
Kryptonite.
We texted about it a little bit and this is part of the conversation about food and portions:
If you'll recall, the "inch of finger" part goes way back to February of last year when I had the flu in a bad way and Zita was recommending some natural, homemade remedies. She meant "ginger" and was hijacked by AutoCorrect. We still use "inch of finger" in normal conversations these days.
Happily, no flu to report, and a plethora instead of tomatoes and basil. Lunch for me sometimes looks like this:
I could eat it every day. Let me know if you want tomatoes, especially teeny tiny ones. It's not fair for only the fruit flies and myself to be enjoying them!
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