Extremes in my mouth

Yesterday was a notable mouthday in that I pretty much fasted until 8:00 p.m. and then feasted on gourmet delights.

Not really fasting, of course... a bowl of Raisin Bran and a cup of coffee upon waking.

Note: Contrary to the above picture, I had no napkin, orange juice, nor sunshine while the Raisin Bran was in my mouth.  But it was still nice.

For lunch I reheated a tupperware of pea barley soup that was about a day too old.  Now, even super fresh pea barley soup is (delicious but) so gross looking that it's a little embarrassing to eat at work.   Past-it pea barley soup is less appealing.  I had about two bites and tossed it.  And kind of lost my appetite.

And then nothing at all was in my mouth for like eight hours.  Except a cigarette (sorry).  I started feeling hungry in the late afternoon, but RJG and I were planning on going on a fancy Seattle Restaurant Week date, so I figured I'd hold off.  But an hour before our reservation, I plotzed.  Mega headache and quease and general zombie-ness.  I had to close my eyes all the way to the restaurant so as to not die.  We got there about 20 minutes early, so I ended up crawling to the convenience store up the street to get a bottle of apple juice, which provided the soul-reawakening sugar rush I needed.

I <3 apple juice!

It was just like this photo.

And then we ate all kinds of excellent stuff at Serafina, which is a very classy but not-to-pretentious Italian joint.  Oh my was it good.  More on the details later.  Maybe Ryan would care to elaborate...