One thing I did not want to grow up to be was the Midwestern lady who thought that eating at bland buffets was a good idea. I prided myself on my adventurous nature in the realm of culinary endeavor.

And then, I got reflux disease. This weekend, while shopping and socializing, a friend took us to a really good Indian restaurant. Being the considerate friend she is, she asked if I’d be okay. I assured her, I’d be able to find things to eat.

It was a very spicy buffet. Apparently, my sensitivity to whatever it is that triggers my heartburn in Mexican, Indian, and Thai foods was present in full force. It’s going to be a two day, possibly more heartburn bender. Yes, I won’t do that again.

I am that Midwestern woman. It’s time to start carrying covered dishes in my purse for emergencies.

Writing? I spent yesterday in the car. I got nothin’ but Christmas presents. We’ll change that tonight.

Catherine