Posted by prasantrin
on 01 December 2017 - 01:17 AM
I didn't become anemic because of my diet, but for other reasons (age-related women's problems, if you know what I mean). But many of the foods rich in iron are foods that just don't appeal to me (in general, but especially now), in large part because they leave me bloated and uncomfortable. Beans and lentils, kale, anything wheat-based... so many others... And stuff I like which should be ok, I've been warned against because of the calcium content, like broccoli. Broccoli is delicious! But also has enough calcium potentially to interfere with the absorption of iron.
I get that I have to suck it up, but it's an annoyance,and look at that! Annoyance is also the title of this topic!
I love spaghetti with tomato sauce. It's my "I don't feel like cooking" comfort food, and is one of dishes for which I will suffer the bloating. Cast iron pan spaghetti it is! (no parmesan, though. Darn calcium!)
Posted by prasantrin
on 20 November 2017 - 08:12 PM
Not exactly something to be very cheerful about, but my flight was oversold so I volunteered to take a later flight for $800 compensation plus a $10 meal ticket. Sure I'll be arriving home about 8 hours after my original eta, but it's not like I had anything else to do today.
What did they offer to make it up to you? Did you accept and even if you don't, would you return?
They didn't offer anything at the time. But they have since seen my Instagram post and sent my girlfriend (who booked the reservation) a very nice e-mail promising to make things right on our next visit. I probably would have been back even without the e-mail -- as Sneak said, the food really is very good, it's fairly (and reasonably) priced, and I found the snafu to be more funny/awkward than upsetting. It's not like they spilled a bottle of red wine on me.
I saw they had posted when I looked at the picture. It was very kind of them to contact you.
I'm telling the world.... I'm having lunch at a winery and the server asked me for ID. I asked her how old I would have to look in order to not be asked, because I needed to brag, and she said 30. She was, btw, just four years older than I.