And I mean that not just as a reference to the trashy/awesome sci-fi movie of last year or so.
Today I had a weird food reaction –– I think I swallowed wrong, but horribly wrong –– and for about 10 minutes thought I might just die. (I’m being semi-serious).
And so during my daily pilgrimage to Trader Joe’s, I purchased something I never do –- a little sorbet ––since I wanted something smooth and cool for my throat.
I noticed as I have countless times before that every Hagen-Dazs sized pint says that it has four servings, when we all know that one person can easily (and often) devour the entire thing.
But later on this evening –– when I realized I was probably going to survive –– and I made a little mini goat cheese pizza, laying an entire bag of grilled vegetables on it (Thank you, once again, LLS for the George Forman Next Grilleration!) that the package also said it served four … and yet it was my solo proportion.
Having done lots (perhaps too much) fine-dining, I get that high-end restaurant’s ideas of portions can be a total joke compared to real life portions .
And yet, it’s funny to think that today I ate both the vegetables and the sorbet of four people –– Am I some kind of Wizard?
And this, by the way, is what they think “Serves Four” looks like:
Truly, I am Legion.
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