Walking up Sansome I had KK Cafe's Croissantwich on my mind.
Today at work I read lots of political posts and articles in between getting Woodbridge ads ready. I have been training twice this week. Tuesday and Wednesday. About two hours each night. This has left me feeling both exhausted and re energized. I really, really enjoy hitting the bag. Last night I really wanted to spar with some folks, work around in the ring, but no one was willing. All this training has left my belly feeling like a bottomless pit. No matter what I put in I am still craving. I crave mostly meat. Octopus and pork and lamb. My craving was so intense on Tuesday night that while I was cooking a pork roast I splurged on a can of fried spam. Yes. Spam. It was actually just what I was looking for. Salty. Porky. Rectangular. I mixed up a quick sauce of Sriracha, Mayonnaise, and some other smokey bbq sauce I picked up while visiting New Orleans. Quite good.
This morning though I was out of luck. There was no spam, lamb or croissantwich in sight. Today, for breakfast, I ate a bowl of Bear Naked Fruit & Nut granola with some vanilla soy milk. For a snack I had a heaping handful of cashews. I love cashews. For lunch I'd like to have a schawarma, lamb of coarse. I doubt I'll find that. I am thinking of trying out this new, hole in the wall, dirty looking gyro shop. Who knows. I'm hungry.