It's always on day 3 of The Diet ...

... that you find yourself recalling fondly

(perhaps too fondly)

the Sunday night before

The Diet,

at N & C's place,

and the feast of

Minestrone

reheated Hanukkah latkes

(doused with sour cream & applesauce)

and, naturally,

one of the finer Belgian Trappist Dubbels that exists,
breathing out waves of chocolate and fruit,
still calling my name.