All Resistance Crumbles – 5 March 2014

I have been getting a wonderful response to last week’s post on Cravings. So many people have written in, letting me know what their cravings are, mostly savoury as are my own. Apologies to those who now have a sausage roll craving where previously they had none. While I have not yet given in to this particular depravity, I have not been able to resist much else this week.

On Friday I attended a restaurant dinner to celebrate a friend’s birthday. I tried to avoid the bubbly by amusing myself with an elderflower cordial. Usually I don’t drink any alcohol but eventually I decided that one flute of champagne couldn’t harm. This being the kind of posh place where the waiters circulate while the guests mingle, I soon found my glass being refilled. Half way through this second glass of delicious bubbly, I felt something wet on my chin. Middle aged woman with champagne trickling down her face is not a good look. This was surely a sign to desist from further inebriation as my fine motor movements were becoming confused after one drink.

When we sat down for dinner and I managed to order three courses of the highest fat laden dishes – hare terrine, duck confit and rhubarb crumble. Or was it resistance crumble? The sommelier came around holding bottles of red and white. He approached me first and I indicated that I would not be drinking. He circulated round the room, pouring and filling glasses. Eventually he wound up back at the beginning by which stage I had come to regret my erstwhile discipline. Once again the waiters hovered with wine bottles held aloft and who knows how often they filled my glass. Dessert was accompanied by a gorgeous Muscadel. Half way through a glass of this golden nectar I realised I was way beyond my sensible limit of fat and alcohol and must bring the evening to a close – or at least attempt to keep my mouth closed.

Having missed the last tube by hours, and in no state to negotiate the night bus, I poured myself into a cab for the long ride home. The fare was the only sobering moment of the evening.

Awoke on Saturday feeling strangely whoozy from the boozy and had to wait until late in the day before gingerly putting on my walking shoes and having more of a stroll than a cardio vascular workout. To make matters worse I decided to make pancakes for my son before he set off to play a football game, hoping that the maple syrup would ensure his team success. They drew. I ate the remains of the pancakes with a generous glug of syrup – goodness but it is gorgeous – and realised I could quite easily start up a sweetness craving. How easily things unravel when you are having fun.

24 Responses to All Resistance Crumbles – 5 March 2014

  1. Sylvia says:

    I don’t drink alcohol at all but I can tell you a lot about cravings 😉 this morning I had a tea with enormous amount of honey as my cravings for something sweet drove me insane! 😉

    • Madeleine Morrow says:

      I so understand. My greatest addiction is actually tea. I have to limit myself. If I took sugar with it I would have type 2 diabetes by now.

  2. Karen says:

    Hahaha! A GREAT write up of what is sometimes, and ONLY sometimes, a typical evening for me at the weekend! Karen

    • Madeleine Morrow says:

      I always wonder how you stay on the 5:2 in France and also considering the fabulous recipes you post which are simply mouth wateringly desirable.

  3. Ha ha! My favourite quote in your post is, “feeling strangely whoozy from the boozy”! Must use that one lol! It is always difficult to keep tracks on booze consumption when you have waiters topping up your glass every 5 minutes. But good on you for a) enjoying yourself and the food and drink and b) for managing to get up and out for a walk. I’m sure I would have stayed in bed with paracetamol and large glass of water.

    • Madeleine Morrow says:

      I only got out of bed due to the kids or I would have just stayed there. Life is there to enjoy after all and cholesterol control can become an obsession if not kept under control itself with a good night out every now and again.

  4. Ha ha I like woozy from the boozy too, brilliant line! Alcohol definitely impairs your judgement what you’ve eaten.

  5. Loved reading this but it sounds like you had a great nite out who cares about diets once in a while.

    • Madeleine Morrow says:

      I agree 100 %. No point getting cholesterol under control and the rest of one’s life shrivels up

    • Madeleine Morrow says:

      I can never resist duck but of course I should have gone for the fish except that had a butter sauce. All yummy

  6. I know that feeling, the alcohol definitely removes your will power when it comes to sweet stuff!

  7. Choclette says:

    My craving are usually of the sweet kind. Luckily, I’m not that keen on alcohol so that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about. Sounds like you had a fun evening 🙂

  8. Sounds like a great evening! I’ve had to do the long cab home before now. GG

  9. Just enjoy the moment. The odd night off is important!

  10. Jacqueline says:

    Oh yes, the best intentions can crumble so easily!

  11. Louisa says:

    All sounds fabulously tempting, I wouldn’t have managed to resist a morsel or dribble of it all! Great night.

  12. Sometimes you just need to cut loose and have a great night. It sounds like you had a really fun evening worth every bite (or sip).

  13. I hate it when they keep topping up your glass as it is so easy to lose track of what you have drunk and you only notice when you try and stand up.

    I think enjoy the night off and back to intentions the next day. I operate a 80:20 rule which works for us.

    • Madeleine Morrow says:

      Quite true. Of course it is a great way for the restaurant to bump up the bill which is I guess why they do it. But as a consumer I actually prefer to pour my own. I like your ratio!

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