Oops.

VEAL FROMAGGIO.

It is supposed to be veal in a blend of cheeses with fresh lemon juice.

It was breaded & pan fried.

THIS IS NOT A LOW CARB DINNER.

Normally I would simply switch dinners with my lovely and understanding wife. But she is going low carb too.

Likely the most delicious meal I have had in almost 3 years.

The first bite? It gave me a mental “woodie”. My brain was like WTF is this! We haven’t had anything like this in far too long.

The first bite was heaven. The second bite, almost the same. Then I started to eat rapidly. And caught myself.

“Woah, motherfucker, you better slow down and enjoy every bite, cause your blood sugar is going to the moon”.

I ate the whole single cutlet. I am writing this at the table, ignoring my wife,because this feeling and these thoughts will disappear by the time we get home.

I am savoring the flavor as I write. I remain a goddamned carbohydrate addict.

I feel no remorse or shame. I feel no guilt,no depression. Sheer ecstasy of the tongue.