- Date: Tuesday, January 23, 2007 -- 8pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Fellow Chef: Matty
- Dining Companions: Matt and Ana
- Recipe Rating: A-
I am coming to a deep understanding of how it is that people with addictions find themselves falling off the wagon. All I want out of life right now (more than candy, or a massage, or even really excellent Mexican food) is a diet coke. I want a huge, super-carbonated, fast-food soda fountain diet coke.
But I am on the wagon.
I have been decaffeinated for 19 months now. I will not give up so easily.
Here's the problem. Chris is my sponsor in my endeavor to eliminate caffeine from my life. But it is 8:30am in California right now and he is not generally pleased when I wake him up by calling his cell phone repeatedly until he answers. A phone call to Chris successfully navigated me through my last close call (at the Frankfurt airport after many hours of travel, with many more ahead of me). This morning I will have to rely on my own force of will. (And a can of caffeine free diet coke which, technically, I also shouldn't drink, but I can only ask so much of myself this week).