The Year of Eating Dangerously

Page 1 | Page 2 | Page 3 | Page 4 | Page 5 | Page 6 | Page 7 | Page 8 | Page 9 | Page 10 | Page 11 | Page 12 | Page 13 | Page 14 | Page 15 | Page 16 | Page 17 | Page 18 | Page 19 | Page 20 | Page 21 | Page 22 | Page 23 | Page 24 | Page 25 | Page 26 | Page 27 | Page 28 | Page 29 | Page 30 | Page 31 | Page 32 | Page 33 | Page 34 | Page 35 | Page 36 | Page 37 | Page 38 | Page 39 | Page 40 | Page 41 | Page 42 | Page 43 | Page 44 | Page 45 | Page 46 | Page 47 | Page 48 | Page 49 | Page 50 | Page 51 | Page 52 | Page 53 | Page 54 | Page 55 | Page 56 | Page 57 | Page 58 | Page 59 | Page 60 | Page 61 | Page 62 | Page 63 | Page 64 | Page 65 | Page 66 | Page 67 | Page 68




April 16, breakfast. Raging Sage. A scone and an iced cappuccino.


April 16, lunch. Leftover ribs and some cole slaw.


April 16, dinner. Nico's burrito company. A chile relleno burrito. And a Coke.


April 17, Breakfast. Scone and iced cappuccino at Raging Sage.


April 17, Lunch. Mom and I went to Sauce and I had this sausage and carmelized onions pizza. Better than is normal for them; maybe because we came in around 3PM.


April 17, dinner. Leftover Joel's Baby Back Pork Ribs and some Jan's Garden Slaw.


April 18, breakfast. Scone and Cappuccino (iced) from Raging Sage.


April 18, lunch. Two carnitas tacos from Nico's. And a Coke.


April 18, snack/dinner. Some little meat bites I picked up somewhere.


April 19. Breakfast. Jan is driving me to the airport for a Paris project. This is my iced cappuccino that she made.


April 19, breakfast. Aboard flight Tucson to Atlanta, they are serving food again. Who knows why they stopped? Who knows why they started? It's a bagel and fruit.


April 19, lunch. A way-below-average burrito from some Mexican place in the Atlanta airport. Not enough time for Paschal's, unfortunately.


April 19, snack. Split of champagne and some peanuts. Coach seat, ATL to CDG.


April 20, breakfast. A warmed over croissant that's positively vile, and a bunch of other inedible stuff.


April 20, snack. Some little cookies they left in my hotel room. View of Paris, or really, Paris traffic.


April 20, dinner (in my room). Bread, sausage, cheese.


April 20, dessert. Some chocolate, Cote d'Or. Dark, with nuts.


April 21, breakfast. Hotel buffet. Good roll, bad jam. Good eggs (surprisingly!), good sausage, bad bacon. Horrible cappuccino.


April 21, snack. Pan chocolate and a bad coffee, at the office.


April 21, lunch. Pork, beans, rice, carrot salad, cheese plate for dessert, and a roll. Not bad for cafeteria food for about $5.


April 21, snack. Little cake. Not good.


April 21, dinner. Bread, cheese, sausage, and an orange. Maybe a little chocolate too.


April 22, Breakfast. Hotel buffet. This time we're getting closer. Croissant turns out to be not so hot.


April 22, lunch. A bit of beef grilled, little potatoes, broccoli. Salad of cucumber and some dried pork for appetizer. Roll, cheese plate for dessert.


April 22, snack. More bad cake. Paris.


April 22, Dinner. Bread, cheese, sausage.


April 23, Breakfast. Hotel buffet. The bacon is still bad. How can you make bad bacon?


April 23, snack. Some lemon sorbet from a shop on Rue St. Louis on the Ile St. Louis in Paris.


April 23, Dinner. Prosciutto, cheese, and an orange in my hotel room in Paris-Clichy.


April 24, breakfast. Cappucino and a pan chocolat in the Air France lounge, CDG.