Sense of Adventure

But I couldn’t have any of it, anyway.

Worse, there was flan. Flan! Didn’t have any of that, either. At least I have the gratification of knowing I preserved the sanctity of my blood sugar.

The bleak, cold, rocky-souled, Puritanical gratification. If one might call it that.

Went to a friend’s birthday party at Los Equipales restaurant (thanks, [...]