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I Have To Admit...

Saturday, April 19, 2008

I love the feeling of food coma. If you're unsure of what food coma is, it's the sleepy feeling you get after eating too much good food. Or sometimes Chinese food that has too much MSG.

Often times, I find myself complaining of the feeling after lunch at work... only because it's not something I want to be dealing with at work. And there's no place to put your head down for a five minute nap. But at home, like this evening's fantastic Indian feast that D cooked, the feeling is most certainly welcome.

Mmmmm.... And tomorrow's honey chicken roast should bring the same great feeling. I know, I'm spoiled...