Oh Beloved Street Slice, you've changed. I don't think I love you anymore.

ADDENDA:
When I lived in England for a year abroad as a college junior in 1992, I really didn't know what I was in for, food wise. I had only heard the stories about the horridness of English food, never experienced it. As a Jew from NYC, Chinese food was simply some of the best, cheapest filling and tasty food around.

So when I went to the local Chinese in Uxbridge, West London, and ordered a pint of fried rice, I was shocked, horrified and saddened when it dawned on my that Chinese food as I knew it would not be on the cards for my year abroad. The fried rice was soft and white, free of the browning of the soy sauce, and instead of yummy bit of fried onion and scallion and vegetable, this rice was chock full of....canned cubed carrots and canned peas! Yuuuuuk! Fortunately, soon after I learned that Indian food was the British equivalent of NYC Chinese takeout, and started a life long love for it.

I've had a life-long love for street slices (a.k.a. streetza) that I think just died today....sure, Times Square 'za is a crappier example than a my local slice shop, but still, it's all the same animal....

BREAKFAST: 6:30am, 2 saltless wholewheat pretzel, dirtpill, pint of seltzer, hunger 1/5
Stomach tight and on the edge of nausea, probably a mixture of chocolate hangover and nervousness about work. Got good 7 hours sleep, feeling more optimistic than not.

AM WATERING: 7:30am, 24 oz still water

LUNCH #1: Noon, large plastic clamshell full of cold pumpkin noodles and mushrooms, hunger 4.5/5
Almost fell into the too-hungry-to-think well, ate this during a meeting. At least from Green Symphony, kinda healthyish.

LUNCH #2: 2:15pm, crappy slice of pizza, hunger 4/5
Went back to green symphony to get some samosas to walk with, but they didn't have any. Haven't had a street slice in months and months, so stopped in a touristy Times Square slice shop. I used to subscribe to the axiom that pizza is like sex - even if it ain't that good, it's pretty good. Not anymore. This pizza's crust was a little too dry and crumbly with no chew, the sauce had a weird rancid tang to it, and the blanket of yellowy greasy cheese didn't taste anything like real mozz, more like de-flavored glue. And the thing is, I remember a Times Square street slice tasting like this, but somehow appealing.

Like diet coke, I guess I could teach myself to like this again, but why would I want to?

PM SNACK: 3:30pm, 7 dunkin' donut munchkins, hunger 4/5
Aiiigh! I was assisting my ppt specialist in the office of a VP, and this secretary came in and force fed me donut holes!! OK, she didn't, but they came to life and jumped down my throat. Hour later, slight head ache. Gonna try to make this my solitary sweet today...

PM SNACK: 6pm, 1.5 chocolate chip cookies, hunger 4/5
The problem with going to a supermarket hungry is when they have a tray of free cookies out there, it's hard to resist.

DINNER: 8pm, fresh fish sticks with forbidden rice, organic baby carrots with a little hummus, hunger 4/5
As an experiment, got pre-cooked fish chunks lightly breaded from Wholefoods, better than the super processed frozen stuff, but just not that fresh, would be better if I breaded and fried it myself. Betsy didn't like it at all. The black rice was kinda good, but bland, maybe I should of used stock, but then it would of been so salty.

Bought a tub of cinnamon gelato, and I successfully resisted eating any, and while B insisted on having some, I was able to go into the locked freezer and dole her out a single scoop. I was tempted to chow down on it right them and there, but after the munchkins and the cookies, I really didn't want to have to write about feeling guilty and lard-assed.