Pizza: Dinner Dregs

Simple meals suit me best.  This evening a few bites of leftover pizza — sauce, fresh mozzarella, basil, caramelized onions. A few bites of a lettuce, cucumber and tomato salad, maybe an orange later, and right now, a cup of tea and a few chocolate chip cookies.  Calories controlled by quantity, fat by choice, and all suiting my simple palette that considers a Saltine cracker an element of refined cuisine.

At lunch today I saw an iced chocolate brownie that I’ve had a long and steamy affair. At the checkout with my spartan turkey on whole wheat sandwich loaded with veggies I had the opportunity for the first time to see the nutritional information for that brownie.  The calorie count was as embarrassing as the fat content was frightening — 48 grams of fat, 22 of those saturated fat.  No wonder I was smitten.  No wonder I had a heart attack.

So dinner, and almost all other meals are simple and plain to a degree that the Amish would cry.  And every so often I will find myself somewhere that I live again in the fast lane for a moment.  Like tonight with a little pizza.

Oh the joys of the dinner dregs…