the empanada diet

Fate is a mysterious force in our lives that sometimes leads us down paths no one could ever predict. I mean, who could ever have guessed that my sustenance over the past 18 hours would be 7 empanadas, consumed steadily and without interruption?

Like many of my fantastic and death-defying tales, this one began at Flipnotics. Fully intending to pull an all-nighter working on a paper, I pulled into flips to get a double of anything-with-caffeine-and-sugar. The empanadas that Flips serves are very basic and very addicting, so I grabbed two to help make it through the night (turkey, the both of 'em).

Come morning, the coffee acid that settled deeply in my stomach removed the urge for breakfast, or any hunger at all until just after my opportunity to order lunch had passed. But then I remembered that Intern Katie had brought a bag full of homemade food to share with the office. They were empanadas, and they were excellent.

So, 5 more empanadas (or was it 6) down the chute, and I'd eaten more if there had been any left for the taking. There will likely be a price to be paid for this mono-gluttony (besides this pointless story), but right now I'm just liking the random consistency of it all.

Think I'll head over to Flips, see what's under glass ...