Its my 3rd day on the SouthBeach. Its really not bad because I know how to cook. But then its really bad cause I know how to cook. I keep thinking about all the things I could glaze in honey and cook til it crusts a golden brown. I think about the potato gratins.
Most of all, I miss Coca-Cola. How it fizzes on my tounge and down my throat. Those slight tinkles when you just got it from the fountain. And that sweet after taste you feel hollowing your mouth out, drying it up for the second sip. I miss Coke.
Dinner from last night: Porkchops soaked in Tomatoes and Peppers. Onions and Artichokes in Butter. Reduced Roasted Tomatoes sauce.
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