Mid-afternoon. A half-way productive afternoon. Decent late breakfast, a big pancake made from a mix that's now called something other than Aunt Jemima, topped with strawberry sauce meant for ice cream sundaes. The usual coffee. The last cinnamon roll that I bought on a recent side trip to Walmart.
Had two checks to deposit, and added some spare five dollar bills that had accumulated. The drive through teller sits right next door to a recently remodeled Dunkin' Donuts, now rebranded just Dunkin, as the coffee they sell generates far higher profit margins than Fred was able to achieve despite his hard work making donuts in the wee hours of every morning. Deposit made, I wanted a donut, but not from there. I opted for Shop-Rite, where they also had yogurts on sale, and usually a tomato that appears more appealing than the ones on my backyard vines, though taste less fresh. And maybe a bagel, which I skipped.
Back to car, ate the chocolate covered Bavarian Creme treat, Kosher certified by our local Vaad. Did not gobble it but focused mainly on the creme. Drove home, getting hungrier as I drove. Put yogurts in fridge, tomato where I could easily find it for suppertime slicing. Still hungry. Two pieces of bread, two slices of Swiss cheese, a generous squeeze of yellow mustard. Gobbled that. Then a strawberry-banana yogurt, then a few fistfuls of corn chips which I dipped into a dish of commercial salsa. All eaten quickly. Then full. Too full. Not a good idea at all.
Skipped supper. Took rest of evening for stomach to settle.
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