Monday, May 07, 2012
I took my Advanced Art class on a field trip on Friday. We went to the small hotel owned by friends of mine - earlier in the year, all my students helped paint murals for this hotel, and the owners hosted a lunch for one class. Since my Advanced class did most of the work, they were the natural choice.
My friend ordered nachos for starters, since she knows the kitchen is slow. I didn't eat any nachos. I ordered a plain chicken burger, with lettuce and tomato, and a side of grilled vegs. The kids ordered pizza, or the dorito chicken burger, or a quesadilla - most with a side of fries. And my teacher friend (who helped us by driving half the class) had the big burger, smothered in bacon and cheese, with a side of fries. And yes, the teacher is thinner than I am, because she's been surviving on one of those diet-bar-and-smoothie-diets for months - so she blew it out on a big loaded burger and fries.
I just was feeling very virtuous about my lunch choice - virtuous and smart. Happy with the taste, satisfied with the nutrition, and lower in cals than just about anything on the menu (short of a salad with no dressing).
My hotel-owner-friend insisted the kids get dessert to go - so they all ended up with small boxes of cheesecake. I also declined the cheesecake, despite the fact that one of the options was tiramisu cheesecake, and I told the kids that tiramisu was one of the best Italian desserts ever, so of course they all were asking for tiramisu (since there were only two slices of regular cheesecake left in the kitchen). Aaaah, the psychological manipulation of a teacher of 25 years, LOL!
So I'm just patting myself on the back for making a smarter choice!