Pulled out all the stops last night and cooked a big hunk of N.Y. steak, a large baked potato with butter and sour cream and a side of cooked spinach. For desert, I had 3 scoops of Haagen-Dazs Coffee ice-cream. To drink I had two glasses of Chianti....my new favorite red wine. I was so stuffed with dinner, I couldn't eat the potato skin which was cooked perfectly crisp. However, I still made room for the ice-cream. LOL.
If I tried to eat as much as Bhanky, I would disgorge half way through the meal. But then according to him, I'm not in my Prime and I have no muscle.
What is the prime of life is subjective. It is sometimes defined as one's happiest, most successful time. Muscle is relative. If a person truly had no muscle they'd be unable to move, (too much muscle results in a similar effect). This suggests I have at least some muscle....just not as much of it as when I was 44 years old, like Bhanky.
"My girl" was a wonderful cook. I deeply miss her cooking....everyone does.
