Monday, November 5, 2012.
Buffets Cut Back On Eating. The Canyon.
I think I may be coming down with a cold. The symptom that I should have recognized yesterday--and answered with 2000 mgs of vitamin C, was a vague depression. I seem to get that every time I catch a cold. But this is the first one I've had in at least two years.
MA and I persuaded Mary Leigh to join us for lunch at the Camellia Café. There is a connection between that Abita Springs neighborhood restaurant and the rest of her world. Sculptor and designer Luis Colmenares--for whom ML has been interning for the past few months--did all the interior design for the Camellia Cafes.
MA launched her usual attack on the fried chicken buffet. After a cup of homemade chicken noodle soup and a salad, I had yet another dish that gets better on a steam table: red beans and rice. ML went for the absurdly large chicken parmigiana, and was only able to eat half. That's true of almost everything here. But this is the country, and people here are supposed to eat like the horses they raise.
Because of portions like that, I'm glad they have the buffet. It allows me to eat less than I would were the food to come plated in the kitchen.
The bedroom now includes a canyon that runs from the door to my side of the bed. All the rest of the floor space, plus half of the bed, is covered with boxes and piles of stuff from the closet. I was happy to discover that only three of the thirty-something boxes are filled with my stuff. I already know that I will be able to throw away at least one boxful. I hope that's enough for Mary Ann to want to balance her riddance by at least one box. But I'm not betting on it. How long the canyon will last is another question I don't even want to think about, let alone ask.
Camellia Cafe. Abita Springs: 69455 LA 59. 985-809-6313.
