Five Guys Five Times a Week?

As people who read my twin Judy's blog may know, a Five Guys opened up close to our house in a much nicer part of town than the Five Guys we ordinarily frequent. Being lazy, this suited us to a T, and we were very happy. We bopped first chance on a Saturday and we actually ate in the restaurant (a very unusual occurrence for us). We liked it so much we probably would have gone back the next day but I had already gotten out hamburger for spaghetti. Since there are just two of us--we ate spaghetti the next two meals in a row. There's still some left over in the fridge, in fact, but I have issues with food after a certain number of days and I'M not eatin' it now.

Moving on, here, the result of this sequence of Five Guys, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, was that Tuesday was the next available slot for Five Guys. And so we went. We didn't eat in that time as it was after dark. (I don't like being out after dark. What can I say? I have many, many, many quirks.) This meal too was very good, but I was satisfied. I had no immediate plans to go back again for a little while.

I'm sure most people wouldn't have to even think about whether or not they wanted to eat in the same restaurant again, but Judy and I have inherited an odd quirk (hmm, that word is coming up a lot here) from our mother. We like eating the same thing over and over and over. I remember one month where we fixed the same meal (Chicken patties on a bun with french fries) twenty times. After we eat the same thing over and over like that. we don't always go back to that food again. For example, we don't have chicken patty sandwiches anymore, fyi. I don't know if we just saturate ourselves or what. This never seems to happen with donuts either, which again, could explain the size of my rear.

Anyway--I wasn't planning to go to Five Guys--but a funny thing happened on the way to the coliseum. Every week our friend Saba comes over for dinner. We eat dinner together and watch Real Housewives or Eli Stone or Pushing Daisies--before they cancelled the last two shows anyway. Wednesday evening, Saba called as she was leaving work to ask what was for dinner. I had to confess to her that I had no idea. Judy and I were planning a run to the grocery store to get something but Judy wasn't home yet. (She works late a lot. A LOT.) Saba was dee-lighted to hear this because she had a yen for a burger...and you guessed it, she volunteered to stop by Five Guys on her way home.

So that is how I ended up eating Five Guys three nights out of five. It is also the way that Judy discovered that she likes ketchup and mustard on a hotdog. Frankly, I can't believe that she's in her forties and has never had a hotdog with ketchup and mustard, but I'll let her blog about that.

Red Light Foods

As a veteran of Weight Watchers (insert little trademark-thingy here) I have some familiarity with the terminology used to describe unhealthy eating behaviors. Like, oh, say "red light foods" would be one such term. It's a bit of an oxymoron, but a red light food is a food that you can't stop eating. There is no red light for you with this food. It's food that causes you to go out of control. For some people, potato chips are a red light food. It's easy to start dipping the ole hand into a bag of chips and just keep on eating without really knowing how many chips you are downing until you get to the bottom of the bag with all the annoying little teeny bits--you know the ones you eat by tipping the bag directly into your mouth. (C'mon, you know you do it!)


Anyway, for me, THE red light food is doughnuts. I love doughnuts. I adore doughnuts. If doughnuts were a guy--I woulda married him. I like most doughnuts, except, Krispy Kremes. Too icky sweet for me--which is almost impossible to believe--since they were made from the three most important food groups (sugar, flour, fat).


When I lived in Illinois, I used to start everyday with a diet coke with vanilla from Sonic and added a chocolate frosted doughnut from Casey's. I miss Casey's doughnuts. Every single kind was so good. :::Sigh::: Do skinny people feel sadness about not having access to their favorite foods?

Here in Maryland, I have to make do with Dunkin' Donuts. There are DDs EVERYWHERE. I live less than a block away from a Dunkin' Donuts and yet I hardly ever go. They've been feeling the pinch of less discretionary spending (I assume) because they keep having sales on doughnuts. So today, I hit DD before work to buy a half-dozen for three bucks...which turned into a dozen for six bucks. I got assorted but requested some chocolate frosted. They did me proud. There were three with chocolate frosting including a Boston Creme doughnut (my DD favorite).

My point (I'm getting there) is that I ate the Boston Cream doughnut in the morning. I had the second (chocolate frosted) for a dessert before lunch. I think I would have eaten more but for the fact that, well, peer pressure. Thank goodness humans have a built in need (generally) not to look like a total greedy-gus before co-workers. Okay...I did eat a half of a pink frosted one after school---I was able to restrain myself from eating the second half. That oughta count for something! I think I get why people eat in secret. Of course, if you find yourself eating in secret maybe you should consider that, that's a lot like secret drinking. Isn't that one of the warning sights of alcoholism--when you start drinking alone and in secret? I guess if I start chowing on doughnuts in secret I'll know I'm displaying signs of being a "doughnut-holic". Wait, wait--I think I'm already displaying signs of "doughnut-holism" just based on the size of my rear and my unnatural passion for doughnuts.