I'm Just a Stomach with Legs...

I'm completely stuffed. I hate this feeling, yet I don't seem to ever be able to make the judgment to stop eating in time for this to not happen. Tonight my sister and brother-in-law came to town, so my cousin and I met up with them and went to dinner at Charanga. My friend Gaby is the chef and she kept sending things out...we had:  snap peas, fried plantain, fried yuca, butter lettuce salad, wild salmon with purple mashed potatoes, Niman Ranch steak, ceviche ahi tuna, and mushrooms with shallots in a sherry sauce. My friend Tacy was there and she just sat there and watched us eat. She had already eaten--the arroz con pollo, which is one of my favorite dishes at Charanga. Then of course we had dessert--bread pudding with a caramel sauce, Mexican chocolate cake, and a flan. Oy. Oh, and let's not forget the pitcher of sangria. Now you know why I'm stuffed. But don't feel sorry for me. It's my own damn fault.