Too much of a good thing

... can't always be good. Depends on what it is. Money - well, the more the merrier. One can never have too much moolahs, unless you happen to be Bill Gates or Lee Ka Shing. Health, yes, a more healthy life is always good, except I believe that one should have sufficient moolahs to ensure one lives a reasonably comfortable life. Quality, I say, not quantity. Good food.....ahhh....well here's the topic of the day. Good food is great - a temporary euphoria, especially if one is a true blue Singaporean; but maybe not so good if one is supposed to be a semi-vegetarian yogi wannabe (or pretendtobe), who is supposed to look beyond wordly ways, to be one with the cow-self and true to the journey of zen. Err, whatever that means. Cows are vegetarians right? So they don't eat their own kind right? Well for tonight (and much of this week) I have broken many cow-laws and committed myself to gluttony. Yes, lumpy bits are being fed and will continue to grow.

My ex-colleagues and I met for dinner at Aburiya. Indeed they are true to their reputation of great service and even better food. Japanese BBQ; and since meat cannot be avoided, much meat was consumed by my traitorous cowself tonight - lamb, duck, cow; seasoned in various sauces and sizzled on the grill. Burp.


Walking around aftere dinner we stumbled upon The Chocolate Factory - a truly gem of a find. The guy who owns the place actually has the professional title of CHOCOLATIER, he's the real deal chocolate maker from France, pro-trained and looks like all french chefs who are serious about their profession. This place beats Max Brenner hands down with their thick dark hot chocolate (too much, too rich, too generous) that came in a giant cup complemented by the most sinful melt in your mouth dark choc cookie, a marshmallow and a praline. We helped ourselves to 2 souffles. Absolutely divine. And all this while our calories contribution kept climbing and climbing, I could feel my internal calorie counter flash red alert (!!) and overheat to overdrive. In chinese terms 'walk fire enter demons', an overkill but a wondefully sugar-high one. But so damn good.



'Tis the season for jolly eating, and I doubt my expanding lumpy arse and flabby love handles will get a break to shrink down to their previously smaller size anytime in the next 6 months. Met my ex-classmate for dinner on Wed, will meet friends for dinner on Sat, and then more dept lunches next week, a bbq, and then more dept lunches, plus a bridal shower. Then mooncake festival, a wedding, and then start of the holiday season for mad year end eating through CNY. Nope, no chance to shrink lumpy bits, and even harder to stay on course of being semi-vegetarian. OM not.