I never imagined biting into a Thomas' whole wheat bagel, topped with egg whites and Smart Balance, would elicit such joy. I was literally purring like a cat in heat at my kitchen table this morning.
Yesterday, I took the high-speed train down to the Air Force base to visit my friend Bryan. Well, actually, to pick up my MacBook I've been eagerly awaiting for nearly two months. When certain Internet shopping websites won't ship my goods to Korea, I'm lucky enough to ship it to his AP address.
I've never seen such a thing of beauty: shiny, porcelain white, keypads begging to be touched.
But, surprisingly, the laptop wasn't the highlight of my day.
Bryan wanted to make me a steak dinner; and not just any steak dinner--filet mignon with corn on the cob, ceasar salad, a baked potato with real sour cream and cheese. So we took a trip to the market. Aisles filled with peanut butter, cereal, California wines, coffee (and not the instant stuff), an entire section dedicated to dairy!
I was squealing like one of my kindergarten girls, right after I taught them the ever-popular grade school song, "Lucy and Bryan sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…"
I felt like a love-struck teenager. Or maybe a teenager with a serious eating disorder. Regardless, I was happy as a clam.
Ninety dollars (they use American money on base), four fashion magazines, three tubes of Jergens sunless tanner, Pam cooking spray and various other food items later, I was carrying two giant bags back to Bryan's dorm. And he was carrying the ingredients to our impending steak dinner.
It was quite possibly the best meal I've ever eaten. But then, this is coming from someone who's been living off rice and kimchi for the past five months.
