Having endless pizza in NYC
Me: Can I ask you a question?
Her: (continuing to stare at computer screen) Sure.
Me: What does the fox say?
Her: (turning to me) Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
My brother was in town last week and it was a (relatively) light work load so I managed to spend some time with him.
He lives out in LA now so each and every time he comes out here, he has the same thing for almost every meal: Pizza.
Although we did try and balance it out with a salad. But still, it was mostly pizza.
Her: Are you ok?
Me: (coughing) I just had a *huge* piece of anchovy in my salad.
It’s a bit like when I go out there and have chili. We are very different but very alike at the same time. It’s a sibling thing, I suppose.
We did break up the pizza-fest with the occasional – equally nutritionally-bad – fro-yo. This one was from when we visited his friend out in Queens.
Him: (sitting at table) OK, I’m done.
Me: (pointing to his cup on the far right) Are you sure? I still see some space in your cup where you could still put in more stuff.
After he left, tried to eat a little more healthfully. The wife had made some homemade granola – pumpkin for her, regular for me.
Me: Which one’s mine?
Her: (calling out from other room) I wrote it on the label. The one that’s not my name.