BFF, Pat Vicente, is in town from New York so Joel, Sandy and I had dinner with her last night. I chose YakiMIX because (1) it can be extremely Paleo-friendly, if you ignore the rest of the buffet table and don’t mind the yakiniku marinades – but we’re not stressing about marinades in restaurants, are we? – and (2) I was starving and in need of instant gratification.
While Joel and Pat caught up (Sandy was still at work), I loaded up the grill with different kinds of meat and an assortment of vegetables. While that was cooking, I took a gander at the rest of the buffet table.
BIG MISTAKE.
Okay, I had only been to YakiMIX three times before; twice at Mall of Asia (MOA) and another time at Greenbelt (where we were last night) and, all those times, I had never had the tempura because it’s always the first thing to disappear off the buffet table.
Last night, because we were there early – – there they were, standing at attention on a wooden tray, calling out to me in all their battered and deep-fried glory. How could I look a gift horse in the mouth? I got six. Two for Joel, two for Pat and two for me.
Joel, because he is back on the Abs Diet after the holidays and, unlike me, is in actual possession of a spine, wisely declined. So, that left two for Pat and four for me. (Hey, I got the shrimp, no?)
(Internet file photo.)
It was a downhill slide from there.
I got more tempura and then, because the two kept nattering away and weren’t eating, I ate almost everything on the grill and, by the time Sandy arrived and Joel and Pat were ready to eat, what was I supposed to do?
I hit the dessert table.
Hard.
Ouch.
Three servings of ice cream topped with M&Ms and chocolate chips (- yummmmmmmm!!!), and various cakes and pastries – my favorite being those yummy fake-chocolate cups with rice puffs. Groan. I’m getting hungry again just thinking of them.
The thing is with this Paleo diet is that I am always hungry. I just had an entire plate of chicken and celery an hour ago and I’m hungry again. And the sugar cravings are a bitch. Especially since I’ve lived on nothing but sugar for the entire holiday season.
Plus I still have chocolates and cheese that are speaking to me from the refrigerator and are driving me insane.
Fine. I’ll go find a banana.
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I’ll try to contain my excitement.