Sick, But Eating

The past few days has seen me practically bedridden with bronchitis. It's a pain, really. The coughing spasms are nasty, the medicines, even nastier. And it's nowhere near over, unfortunately. It would've been nice if I could get away with reading in bed all day while being waited on hand and foot by The Husband, but no, the ever present deadlines were breathing down my neck, unimpressed by my current predicament.

You'd think, though, that my affliction would've taken over my diet pills' work and shaved off an inch or two from my waistline, but no such luck there. I blame it on Fudge, a not-so new restaurant in A.S. Fortuna that I tried with The Family, fell in love with, and now frequent like it's our freakin' kitchen.

Here's why:

The Menu

(Literally) Garlic Bread

Zuri, my favorite
(pork in creamy sauce and mushrooms served with hash browns)

Cheesecake Delight
(And yes, it really was delightful!)

I'm scared to order this because I'll probably eat it whole!

I'm off to bed before 'em hunger pangs start taking over. And I have a date with the nebulizer (which is supposed to be for asthma, but what the hell, it helps).

P.S. I can now do lomo on Photoshop. Yey for me! (Lame.)