Delivery Delight

Yesterday I opened the fridge and was pretty amazed.  It's totally full. Which is perfect because after a recent trip to the doctor words like "malnourished" were tossed around, so I'm supposed to be eating more. 

As a sidenote, I think she thinks I'm one of those girls who considers celery a snack and salad a dinner.  And chances are you've figured out that I'm not.  I just eat when I'm hungry.  So after plenty of reflection, I'm just going to work on my definition of hungry, and maybe have more chocolate milk, ice cream, eggs, and late night snacks than before.  And also try not to get all weird food obsessed like the bad good ol' days.

But anyway.  My fridge is full.  Because we had a party.  And J-Man and I shopped and chopped and grilled and such.

Upon further inspection, however, our fridge is filled primarily with one thing - alcohol.  Wine and beer left over from the shindig, and graciously brought by guests.  This is kind and all, but it made me realize that with all the party-shopping, my only real options for dinner were green peppers, juice, lettuce and tomato.  And we just discussed that I don't really get excited for a salad.

Luckily, our apartment slides new takeout menus under the door on a near daily basis.  I grabbed the most recent delivery option and ordered away.

You'd think that Chinese takeout delivery guys would get used to arriving with a giant bag of food, chopsticks for a full family, seven fortune cookies, only to find a single woman all alone in an apartment.  You'd think they would get beyond the need to poke their head in, looking for the rest of the band that must be sharing in this meal.  Right?  I know I'm not the only one to order way too much Chinese when I'm hungry, lazy, and impatient.

Maybe this 60 year old man was new to the job...

At any rate, I spread my four entrees and egg rolls around me on the table and ate like I'd had a doctor tell me to fatten up.  And when J-Man got home, took stock of the surplus, and joined in, I even went back for seconds.  And thirds.

Maybe this new definition of hunger will be easy?  Maybe it will lead to me being all sorts of big-bellied in a few months?  Who knows

What I do know is I have plenty of leftovers for lunch, and dinner, and maybe even lunch again.