Call of the wild

The buffet beckoned and I answered.

Actually, my little mentor kid wanted to go to Old Country Buffet and I said ok. I was going to buy my food by the pound, but this particular location didn't offer that option. So I paid full price.

What did I eat? Well, let me tell you...NOT $10.60 worth of food, that's for damn sure!

I had about 3-4 oz of salmon. One-half of a 1-inch brussel sprout. One breaded shrimp. A 1/2" cube of pineapple. And a dollop of whip cream on top of a dime-size bite of pumpkin pie.

I have never, ever in my entire life--going all the way back to the Sweden House buffet in Appleton, WI circa 1975--walked out of a buffet not stuffed and in pain. Until tonight.

I'm not rushing back there. But dang! I ate at pig-out heaven and survived, consuming my appropriately portioned post-op helpings of healthy food. Eating slowly. Savoring the mediocre delicacies. Enjoying the fact that I wasn't the fattest person in the room and that people weren't staring at me in horror because I was waddling up to the trough for helping number three.

Yep. I passed the test.