17 March 2007

Breakfast: After yesterday’s lunch, none of us wanted to pay for breakfast at the Peddler’s Inn: I had several glasses of orange juice (and got my butt chewed for this later when I accidentally admitted this to a Diabetes Group Member), picked up a box of “mini shredded wheat”. It turned out to be sugar coated min-shredded wheat. I didn’t eat much since it was stale… I had a couple of slices of white bread toast and some coffee…

Lunch: Catered: It was lasagna, salad and garlic bread. I had ice water.

I had some chips and meat snacks and slices of orange and when the Member of the Local Diabetes Support Group wasn't looking, a couple of "donut holes"...

Dinner: Also catered:

1. Salad, 8 oz prime rib,
2. little potatoes,
3. a “salad” of raw broccoli flowers and Kali flower –er- cauliflower,
4. a roll and
5. (from their “bar”) an MGD (Miller Guinine Draft) beer. The beer was fine but the bar was the worst of a small town bar: the bar “maid” was surly (perhaps snippy is a better word?), the beer and my wife’s two “White Zins” seemed overpriced and the men lined up at the bar all seemed like locals handling their Saturday evening by drinking “with the boys” and ordering off the menu.
   
   There was a problem with the meal: We had a choice of “Chicken Cordon Blue” or “Prime Rib”. I’m certain we ordered the “Prime Rib” because you know what to expect and can never be sure what “Chicken Cordon Blue” will have in it…
   
   Six of our brother/sister Lions (or spouses) claimed “Prime Rib” when they had pre-ordered “Chicken Cordon Blue” and Lion Denny will have to “hunt down” those Lions who took steak and make them pay for the steaks. It seemed the caters had to scramble for extra “Prime Rib”, cook it and present it…