Last night, Steve and I ordered this:
I’ve always been curious about the pizookie party platter. It’s supposed to serve a party of five and is like 4500 calories or something. We got it half chocolate-chip, quarter white macadamia nut, and quarter oreo.
Steve wants it to be known that he ate his half and that I am a quitter, because I ate less than my half.
And, then I was pizookie-drunk from all the calories and also from the peanut M&Ms and peach cocktail I had for dinner. Actually this is what I had to eat yesterday: a yogurt, some grapes, a quesadilla and guacamole, humus and chips, a z-bar, cocktail, M&Ms and then the pizookie.
Steve also suggested that I might be tired all the time because of my awesome diet, but I told him that is stupid.