Flight day

SFO, September 16, 2014—

The next day or so does not promise rewarding eating. Normally that would not be a problem, since it's Tuesday: I could simply fast. But it's not a normal day: I'm flying to Melbourne, and experience tells me I will be too hungry to fast. 

So we stopped at the Café for a quick lunch — only time for one course- and what should jump to my eye but good old chicken under a brick. What a fine way to deal with a boned chicken breast! 

As to the next twenty hours, forget it. Might as well have fasted.