cruda

In Spanish, cruda means hangover. There's a great phrase, cruda moral which refers to what you get when you've done something naughty and you feel bad about it--a morality hangover if you will. I'm feeling rather cruda today myself, and no, it's not about any bad behavior on my part. It's the ice cream. I ate way too much of it last night, more than I've eaten in a very long time. There's something about ice cream, especially rich, dark, chocolate gelato from Gelatiamo that just turns off all reason and sense of having enough. I am so into the zen of my ice cream, I have become one with it, and therefore I simply forget to stop eating it.

And then there is the morning after. Yuck! Ugh! Waaaaa! My head hurts, my feet are dragging, I feel almost as gross as if I'd gone on a booze bender, except I never do that as I have no tolerance. For ice cream, my tolerance seems to be infinite.

So if I snap at you today when you mention I haven't posted any new fotos in ever so long, or if you notice that I'm looking a bit under the weather, you can blame it on the gelato, and on my dad, who refused to get me Dairy Queen once when I was a child, at which time I swore that when I was grown up I'd eat ice cream whenever I damn well wanted it. Looks like the last laugh is on me.

Comments

[Ronni Bennett]

Ah, but ice cream - erroneously not included on anyone's seven basic food group chart - is sublime, whatever your favorite type or flavor. And worth any amount of cruda moral.

[Kim]

Ugh! Well, it should be easy to shake off by midday if you take your vitamins and eat something green, right? Sounded like fun though.
KC