Rambling in the Wee Hours: A Day In the Life of Glutster--A Saturday

Sometimes I still am amazed by my metabolism. Naturally by being a foodblogger, I am expected to eat a little more than the average food joe but sometimes I do think it can get kind of hardcore.

Got invited to a greek lamb roast tailgate party of some kind over at USC, arrived there with a Lambic Peche in already. The lamb had just gotten carved off the spit:

I get a couple of ribs,
a piece of shank,
a piece of loin,
a rare piece of bloody shoulder,
and of course...four large pieces of garlicky, lemon-pepper skin.
A couple of scoops of tomato-cucumber salad,
a couple of generous scoops of hummus
and a piece of Persian sesame bread.

--two Miller Lights 12oz and a couple of swigs of homemade ouzo to make that go down smoothly.

I spot some spanakopitas someone brought in...I inhale two.

Half an hour later they make falafel, I put away two of 'em with half a whole wheat pita, more tomato salad and babaganoush. Now, a 12oz Tecate.

After bumming a couple more random beers from walking around looking at girls, I get a text saying if I want to meet for korean pork belly.

"sure :)"

My chopsticks move voraciously towards three triangle pieces of greasy vegetable pancake, kimchi's of sorts a chopstickfull of creamy egg and a whole bowl of chestnut jellies--that was panchan.

Five pieces of grilled pork belly, five ladle fulls of spicy black goat soup, herbs, seven pieces of dried fish smoky, sweet chili saute with rice cakes.

"Who wants Dessert!"

Three non-pinkberry-like swirls of a hazelnutty Taro, a nutter butter flavor a little of pistachio and a lot of blueberry tart. I top it off with crushed oreos, sweet red beans, kiwi and raspberries.

Someone brings a pan dulce attempt at a napoleon. I eat some cream filling.

My bowl is clean.

Eventually my group walks in to starbucks.

"what do you want?"

I'm sipping a venti full of tea.

I just got up to get some water, I feel light again and start to feel a little hunger again--

...I'm not even messing around.