Come conference time I don't always eat as well as I should. And my days in D.C. proved to me that I should make a concerted effort to fuel my body well for all the walking and sweating I did by eating more than one meal a day. I think I lost 2-3 pounds in those five days. From not eating and also from sweating like a mother.
Oh now, I nibbled my cracklin oat bran each day for breakfast; that I rarely travel without. But my few days in D.C. were almost void of good, satisfying eating. I get so consumed with going and doing and seeing that I put off feeding myself until it is too late. I walk past restaurants, but feel pressed for time and don't stop to eat. And no way am I picking up something quick from McDonald's while I'm in D.C., or anywhere for that matter.
Tried Fry Bread at the National Museum of the American Indian. Could get it with honey and cinnamon, but I tried it plain, and it was so good. There was a sweetness to the bread without the extras. Should have bought the fry bread mix they sold in the museum store, but I don't own a deep fryer, and I'm sure that is key to excellent fry bread. And the buffalo cheeseburger I had was nothing new. But still fit the bill when I needed something in my stomach.
Annie Lue's Cake, 2002 Cedric Smith
Saw a darling RVC painting at the convention center. It's by Cedric Smith. I like his style. And RVC, what else could be such a perfect subject for a painting?
Amy and I tried Ethiopian food. It was my idea. We were both uncomfortable at the table. It was very low and our chairs quite high. I leaned over on my elbows a good part of the time. But mostly, it was hard on my back. Sitting in the floor, Moroccan-style, was preferable to that.
We had our favorites on the platter we shared, but we never quite knew what they were. The beige thing beneath the food is injera, a bread. Our waitress brought us several rolled up on a plate. I assumed that we should break off pieces and use those to pick up bite-sized bits to eat. Later this was confirmed as I watched an adjacent couple do much the same.
The injera was the slightest bit funky. It was sort of wiggly and plastic-like, but mostly flavorless and harmless. We had chicken, lamb, and beef, as I recall. The white stuff at 7 or 8 o'clock was like a potato salad. And the meaty clump in the very center featured a hard boiled egg, which Amy and I both passed on. We didn't finish the meal completely, which is rare for us. I noticed that the aforementioned couple finsihed their entire meal and then ate the injera it laid on, too.
RFK Ballpark food
Didn't try the frankfurters or burgers at the ballpark. I should have. It was another almost food-free day. Had a beer at Childe Harold after the game, and then much, much later Fiona and I got a fantastic slice of pizza in Adams-Morgan. $4 for a quarter of a huge pizza. Amazing, really.