My Food Baby is Crying

The other day after we biked past Chef Ramsay, Severin and I went to Oinkster to meet a friend. I was dying a little inside knowing that we were an hour away from the start of Happy Hour (when food is cheaper) but we couldn’t wait til then because we were starving. Shame, shame. Want to know the funny part? I took so long to eat my food that by the time I finished it was HH!

Severin and I each ordered a veggie burger (hold the pickles!) with veggie fries <—order these unless you want your fries fried a second time in beef fat. We sat outside with our number and our drinks. He was smart in that he drank water and tea and did not get a plastic lid for his cup (to be green). I had instinctively grabbed a lid and had to use it like some kind of lover of plastic. Oops.

We began with tomato soup.

Actually, that’s their house ketchup. It is delicious. It would taste good on a house. I prefer it on fries. I got my food and was happy as a little oinkster. I love a good veggie burger and fry! I guess I’m just that American. The burger is a favorite of mine; it has a bunch of veggies and is very tasty. The major complaint I do have with it is that it falls apart easily. After a few bites, the whole thing ends up spilled over the fries and it gets ugly fast. You hope that no one is watching while you try to get it in your mouth.

I know some people, ahem Severin ahem, can eat the burger+fries quickly with no problem but I took forever to eat ‘em. I’m no quitter though so I let myself take an hour and half to eat. The mistake I made was getting Coke. It’s evident in this photo how in love obsessed I get when it comes to soda. Talk about possessive, I basically kept a hand on that cup the whole time.                    *Stay tuned for later in the post when we learn why this was a bad idea…

Our friend Jorge finally arrived (also on bicycle, whoo-hoo!) and he took advantage of the HH special and ordered same as we did. He ate pretty quickly but couldn’t even make much of a dent in his fries before announcing he had “a food baby”. To that, Severin and I groaned. The phrase ‘food baby’ makes me cringe. For one thing, how food babies are made (too much food?) grosses me out. For another thing, it just sounds creepy. Jorge feels the same and was joking. He took that joke and ran with it, ran very far with it. He started saying his food baby was crying and then Severin said he had food baby twins and by then I was laughing so much I thought I was about to have my food baby. And I don’t even know what that would mean exactly, so let’s not look into it. 

I think Severin’s food babies were hungry because he enjoyed quite a few of Mama Pea’s balls I had brought, both the light and regular versions. Both are amazing! I’m obsessed with the light ones especially since they’re easy to make and can be called healthy.

I should have known better than to drink as much as soda as I did. I can be a bit of a    soda-holic: give me a little sip and I won’t be happy until I have an IV of it hooked up to myself. By the time we left Oinkster, I hopped on my bike with a very bubbly stomach. It was not comfortable! And apparently I like torture because after cycling to Target, I rushed home to get ready for a trail run.

My dad and tio had a training run and my mom, Severin and I went along to run also. Severin and I started off slow; having ate so much we could feel it. I definitely felt my food coming up but I knew it would pass and that we’d be good at a slow steady pace. We reached the 2.5 mile mark near the Rose Bowl and turned around. Since we had gone so slowly on the way over (almost 11min/mile pace!) and were feeling better, I told him let’s try to run back as fast as we can. I was not joking around! We took off and I could tell we were going a trillion times faster than before. I think I may have even been smiling because it was so fun to run super fast, I especially loved that we were completely surrounded by trees and it seemed like we were running through a forest. So serene! We pushed super hard and were surprised to see that we had done a 7 min/mile pace for the 2.5 miles back! But apparently that’s nothing compared to what my dad and tio did. In fact, they had a 26.24 training run on Saturday- AWESOME JOB+CONGRATS to them!

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