I was a good kid in school. High school, especially. Never skipped class. Always there, on time, homework done. In college I skipped a little more, but not a lot, and always justified it somehow (“I’m going to skip this class so I can study for the test in my next class”). The one exception is the day I skipped all of my classes so I could be an extra in the movie “Chain Reaction“. I sat in Mandel Hall for most of the day, as one of the students in the audience listening to a lecture from Dr. Barkley, played by U of C professor Nicholas Rudall. If you perchance watch the scene you’ll see I was not the only one to skip class. 100% worth it. (sorry if I have told this story before in a previous post. It’s one of the go-to stories I have from college.)

But this one day, in the somewhat recent past, I played hooky. What kind of hooky? Did I skip work (cough, cough, I think I’m coming down with something, better not spread the germs at the office)? Or did I skip the home and family responsibilities (Bye, honey, I’m off to “work”)? I shall not divulge. But based on these pics maybe you can guess where I went for sustenance (Pretty obvious if you are a Seattle foodie). I’m usually a salad and protein kind of person but, you know, all bets are off when you’re doing something against type. So I had a biscuit with homemade peanut butter, honey and a ripe banana.

Based on the presentation, I’m guessing I inadvertently ordered a kids meal?

Smiley face, eh? Well why not pair it with a sweet cocktail. This is an espresso drink with Baileys and other liqueurs that made it dessert-like. And strong. Really strong, for my taste, at least.

See that Kindle cover peeking out from the side? It’s the international sign for “table for one, please do not disturb”.

There is where things went sideways. Whereas some may overindulge by ordering another cocktail, as I hadn’t had much to eat that day, I was still a little hungry and made the mistake of ordering another biscuit. Way overboard. Not the bisguit, which was just butter and jam (and very enjoyable). But the aftermath … I don’t know if it was the eating poorly beforehand or just the overload of rich, buttermilky goodness, or the too strong beverage, but someone should have stopped me.

Note to self: skip the fancy accoutrements and just go for the butter and jam.

While the food was great, I did not fare so well for the rest of the day. Perhaps that’s the price one pays for playing hooky.