Pot roast, mashed potatoes, and slightly undercooked carrots.
3 Double-Stuf oreos and a glass of milk…MMMMmmmm.
My son’s half-eaten Happy Meal (cheeseburger), and a custard doughnut - yum yum!
Red beans w/veggies (recipe from Moosewood cookbook) - mixed greens with Honey Dijon dressing (lowfat - and only 1 Tbsp of dressing) - Kudos Fruit & Nut bar - Quaker Apple Crisp Oatmeal bar - Cascade Cherry Vanilla yogurt.
Of course - it all is a giant glop of stuff in my tummy/intestines now - wow - wonder what it looks like? Don’t think I want to know.
Susan
Two english muffins with turkey/provolone/spinach (toasted), half a bag of baby carrots, Barqs, and Dr. Pepper. Hoo-wah.
Raw meringue.
Just had an afternoon snack: fresh salsa and tortilla chips; a bit of reduced fat cheddar; a few crackers with sun-dried tomato pesto and muffalletta.
Mmmmmmmm.
About 5 pints of lager, and a pub meal of breaded scampi and chips.
I’m drunk. 
Chicken satay, thai fried noodles, special fried rice, king prawn with spring onion & ginger, chicken with cashewnuts & yellow bean sauce, tao pang beef, stir fried mixed vegetables - about 3 hours ago. Lots of ice cold Stella Artois.
Foolishly flicking through the cocktail book right now, formulating a plan to create tomorrow’s hangover…
Lessee…
Yoghurt, fresh strawberries, sunflower seeds. Tea with non fat milk.
Fried veggies with some smoked pork loin and feta cheese
Beer
Beer
Beer
Hot dog with all trimmings
Beer
Beer
Beer
Beer
Schnaps
Beer
Beer
Whopper w/xtra mayo, fries, choc shake, onion rings
[cab home]
Glass o’ wine.
Going downhill, aint I? 
S’mores Luna Bar.
Yes, I’m on a diet, how’d you know?
But tonight is Friday night… I’m going out for dinner. Hooray for Indian Food!
It’s Saturday morning here in Oz. I just wolfed down:
*small bowl of baked beans (mushed considerably so I could eat it comfortably with growing wisdom teeth.)
*A red popsicle (wisdom teeth again)
*Big glass of Orange Mango juice.
Well my dinner was pretty bad. Man i wish I had some curry! Anyway I had a bowl of count chocula. sigh.
Some slop I made with egg noodles, sauerkraut, sausage, and onions. I swear, it tastes better than it sounds. Don’t worry, no one else believes me either. And a strawberry juice-bar.
At this time of the night-a bunch of gas.
A piece of my daughter’s birthday cake; two cans of Diet Coke.
But for some reason I can’t quite fathom, I now have an urge to eat my credit cards.
One of this Wolf’s favourite fix-it-herself meals: mince fried with onion and rhubarb in dripping, with a side of mashed potato unhealthily mixed with butter and whole milk.
Replete, slightly bloated, and wondering if I should have a dessert.
Home-made pumpkin soup, crusty bread brought home by my baker-boy sons, Viennese Frankfurts, corn on the cob (or OFF the cob now it’s in my belly).
And there’s some apple-pie and icecream for dessert as well…we rarely have desserts, but it has been a freezing cold day down here in Marvellous Melbourne, and I needed some comfort food to ward off the winter-blues.
So next is pie and a hottie to cuddle up on the couch with while I watch The Bill.
Mmmmmmmmm.
Just come from Breakfast with the men’s group at my church. Being men, it was the full English Fry-up: Egg (scrambled 
no facilities to fry that many eggs), Bacon, Sausage, Mushrooms, Bubble-and-Squeak, Baked Beans, Toast, Juice and Coffee.
I waddled here…
Grim