Had lunch at Govinda’s today, asked for a couple of their little potato slice thingies (to see what they tasted like) & got handed large serves of the main meal.
This good, healthy, vitality-radiating food filled me up completely, to the point where I felt like a beach-ball on the verge of popping.
I guess it didn’t help that the day was hot, so I’d started by hoeing into a few cups of the delicious yoghurty drink that they serve.
Either way, I’ve become accustomed to (very occasionally) cramming full on rich food — chocolatey stuff, butter-laden corn cobs or the like — but feeling limitatious on clean, clear food was something of a novelty.
(-: As to the starvaceous African children, I would have benefitted greatly from having a handful of them present to remind me of the unsullied gluttony I was then indulging in. :-)