Mom, Remember the summer you went to camp and gained weight from eating too many peanut butter fluff sandwhiches? This is just like that...but its 100 pounds worse. Every weekend night, I find myself wandering home, slightly over-served, with only one thing on my mind: food. I don't know why I chose the Kebab stand the first night we went out here, maybe the red awning, or ice cream truck appeal? But it was a fateful night...not only for my figure, but for my bank account as well. The worst feeling in the world is waking up to find an empty kebab box and an empty wallet on my floor. I was in denial about this almost addictive affair with late-night kebabs until none other than the owner of the stand himself said these words to me "Page, chicken kebab and cheese chips, right?"
1. He knows my name
2. He knows my order
3. I have an established regular order
4. My order costs 5 pounds
5. HE KNOWS MY NAME.
I came all the way to Europe to get addicted to chicken on a stick and cheese fries...how lame is that? But there is something so satisfying about getting my fix circa 2am on friday night though...I can smell the sauteing onions and the pungent curry as I round the block and see the bright red awning, shamelessly seducing me towards it. When I place my order, my mouth waters as I watch the little Indian Man drown a pile of steeming hot, crispy french fries
in cheese and ketchup, then stuff freshly grilled chicken and veggies into a warm wrap off of a skewer. He then tops off the wrap with a barbequey curry sauce, so much that it oozes out onto the the fries when he throws the wrap ontop of them. When I see the beautiful mass of potatoes, cheese, chicken and veggies sitting there oozing all over the place, I am practically willing to trade my liver for it. I throw what ever pounds I have left in my wallet at him, and grab my food. After one bite, theres no turning back. All of my 5 senses become attuned to my kebab platter, and I walk home devouring the mass so that by the time I get home (which requires climbing 5 flights of stairs to my room on the top floor) I have finished the chicken, and get to lay in my warm cozy bed and enjoy the steemy, cheesy, salty, savory, french fry e
ntree. But that "fantastic" feeling is denounced when morning rolls around and I wake up with a full belly and en empty wallet...all I can think is "How do I rationalize eating today, when I ate all the daily alloted 2,000 calories at 2 o'clock this morning?" and then kick myself all the way to the ATM machine and back. Needless to say, my weekend indulgences, in all their gluttony, are becoming a serious problem.
These are the leftovers i found this morning...this is the first time i've had leftovers.
TrueLife: I'm a kebab stand addict.
