excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures.
Uh. Yes, pretty much describes it. I turned 55 yesterday. Had a great day pretty much all day long–stayed home, watched the grand babies swim, ate good food for breakfast–bacon and eggs. That was the end of eating responsibly and the beginning of the debauchery.
One of my favorite desserts is Boston Cream Pie. As far as cakes go, it is not that bad. Lots of eggs, some flour, not as much sugar as the sweetest of cakes. Yesterday though, there was a first attempt at the cake that went south, so I had to help eat a yellow cake. That was lunch.
I got a Big Green Egg as a birthday gift. How great is that! As a first-fire meal on the Egg we had grass fed hamburgers on buns–more flour. We had potato salad. I had three non-alcoholic fake beers. We ate ice cream and we had a big piece of Boston Cream Pie. Like I said, debauchery.
As a result I sweated like crazy all night long, my joints even hurt a bit. I tossed and turned as my body did everything it could to get all of that sugar out of my blood and into my fat cells. I am happy to report that as of this morning I feel normal again, the sweats and jitters are gone. I am busily planning the next meat adventure on my Egg, maybe it will be a smoked pork roast–those are easy and decadent in a good way.