On the Subject of Gluttony

I’m sitting here at the Coffee Beanery eating my second breakfast of the morning, a vegetarian omelette on a hefty ciabatta roll, and trying to think of what to write about gluttony, this week’s Red Dress Club‘s Red Writing Hood prompt.  I can’t think of a word to say on the topic, but my daughter, the amazing blogger of My Pajama Days, is making me write because she says it’s important for me to write every day.  I know that’s good advice, but like I said, I’m coming up empty.

We’re headed to the mall this morning.  She needs shoes.  Wedding thing.  Wonder what we’re going to have for lunch there? I’m picturing a big, gooey pizza with maybe barbecued chicken on it?  Or I could go healthy with a Caesar salad and a plate of chicken quesadillas.  Guac but no sour cream.  I am trying to be careful.  I usually share meals with my husband, but since he’s back in Virginia and I’m here in Michigan, guess I get this one all to myself.

Anyway, on to the writing prompt.  Focus, focus, focus.  Hate it when my mind wanders.  I keep seeing that big container of homemade spaghetti sauce my daughter took out of the freezer this morning for tonight’s meal.  Love, love, love spaghetti!  Hope she’s going to make garlic bread with it.  And not the fake kind with the imitation butter spread and garlic powder.  Needs to be real butter and fresh garlic.

I’ve had a great visit with my daughter this week.  Let’s see if I can remember what we did.  On Tuesday, when she picked me up at the airport, we went to lunch in downtown Brighton at that bakery.  Fantastic bread!  Wednesday we went to Ann Arbor and had lunch at Cafe Zola’s.  Fabulous place!  The only thing I didn’t like about it was that it had so many great choices, it was hard to choose.  Then Thursday we ate breakfast out at Panera‘s and lunch out at Salsarita’s.  Now that was a  wonderful day!  And today we’re eating breakfast out (wish I’d known that before I ate breakfast at the house, but don’t want to disappoint my daughter, so what the heck) and we’ll eat lunch at the mall.  As I said, it’s been a very good visit. Oh, and we did some other stuff, too, though I can’t think of them at the moment.  Think I spent some time with the kids.

I must be close to my 600-word limit, aren’t I?  Still can’t think of a thing to write about on the subject of gluttony.  Nada.  Zippo.

About Coming East

I am a writer, wife, mother, and grandmother who thinks you're never too old until you're dead. My inspiration is Grandma Moses who became a successful artist in her late 70's. If I don't do something pretty soon, though, I'll have to find someone older for inspiration.
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12 Responses to On the Subject of Gluttony

  1. judithhb says:

    Now you’ve got us all feeling guilty. Why did I have three (yes three) chocolate biscuits with my coffee when watching TV last night?

  2. juliamunroemartin says:

    I’ve had those days too — the coming up empty days AND the wonderful eating days! 🙂 Nice post!

  3. Galit Breen says:

    Cute. Very, very cute.

    And delicious. Very, very delicious.


    • comingeast says:

      I know there are many people who say you should not live to eat but eat to live, but I think eating is one of the pleasures of life, and you can enjoy it without overdoing it. Well, it’s even okay to overdo it once in awhile! Thanks for visiting.

  4. le chef says:

    I think I”m going through the same phase. The prompt wasn’t an easy one, yet here I sit eating my third cookie of the hour.

    Sometimes being a baker is a curse.

  5. Carrie says:

    LOL! S-u–u-u-re you can’t think of anything on gluttony 😉

    Visiting from RDC

  6. Glad I’m not the only one who thinks about lunch while eating my (second) breakfast. Very fun post!

    • comingeast says:

      Though this was obviously tongue and cheek, it’s a little scary realizing how much time I spend looking forward to food. Never realized it until I thought about this topic!

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