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great topic. on a different note, i've been at plenty of fine restuarants and have also discovered that i was the only one eating at the table. my friends, all wealthy (myself NOT included) women, stick thin and brittle of body and soul were all involved in some sort of food program or another - no wheat, no dairy, no meat - no flavor. colonics scheduled, new diets to try, another 12 step program to attend - these women were on to anything that would dissapate a carbohydrate or burn a calorie. Chicken Ceasar salads were ordered with dressing on the side, no cheese and god forbid, no croutons. this is not a ceasar - it's lettuce topped with chicken! infuriating - but revenge was sweet - or should i say pleasantly carb loaded - i would tuck into my fusilli with eggplant (i wasn't much on big plates small portions, frankly)as my women friends would at first eye me suspiciously for eating such poison and then ask, ever so quietly and demurely, as if asking their husbands for yet another st. john suit, if they could have a taste. of course, i'd answer. their fork would enter my bowl of pasta, stab one strand and take the rest of the meal to finish it. such suffering for the sake of a few pounds.
