- Food Coma: (n) the state of being resulting from the consumption of copious amounts of foodstuffs in a short period of time, results and side effects which include, but are not limited to, drowsiness, sluggishness, slowed functioning of the brain and musculature, causing walking to become shuffling, delays in communication, and the desire to think only about said devoured food
Yes, indeed. I am currently in a food coma. And why yes! My typing speed has been cut in half. This particular food coma is the direct result of an excellent staff holiday dinner gathering secret santa dinner. At an amazing Italian restaurant. Where food, once it appeared, just seemed to keep coming. Salad. Eggplant Parmigiana. Spaghetti. Bread and butter. Cheese Manicotti. Cheese Ravioli. Garlic Mashed Potatoes. Tiramisu!
My first time to ever eat Tiramisu. Waves of pleasure induced by the stuff. Heavenly. Fantastic.
My partner watches me. Smiles. Tells me he’s never seen me in such a food-drunken state*, and that it’s cute. I stop and smile back at him, letting his words sink in. And I smile back. A wonderful evening made perfect by such a touching observation. Bliss ensues. Ahhh…….
*These aren’t his precise words. They’re actually my own words, but they seem so fitting that I had to use them for the sake of my questionable literary prowess.
A tiramisu rookie? Ah, now you understand the pleasure of that light, and yet terribly lethal, delicacy.
LOL! You poor thing Phil! I know how it feels to be in a Italian food related coma. It’s heavenly, and yet it eventually hits you where it hurts the most … in the gut.
Hey, I’m not a fan of sweets, but there are two things that I can really get in to: cheesecake and TIRAMISU. Now that you’re no longer a virgin, how do you feel? The only thing you were missing was a fine glass of Veuve Clicquot to accompany those delectable slices.
With that said, have a great holiday Phil. May your and your partner bask in the great things that 2008 will bring you.
I’ll see you sometime in 2008.
Phil — I am in one right now. People bake things. And they say “have one.” And then I acquire some weird kind of sluggish sugar high, and then I say “one more cookie.”
Your blog rocks! Also I leave right after Christmas, but next time I am here (spring, I hope) we will hang out. Because we will.