hospitality gone wild

I got to the home of Charlie and Mohamed yesterday afternoon. Immediately Charlie started mixing up 7&7s and dragging out just about every snack the guys had in the house. When Mohamed got home, he started cooking. He made a huge salad with mushrooms, hard-boiled eggs, olives, tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce and peppers. Then he made a huge bowl of shrimp cocktail. Then he started making a traditional Egyptian fava bean dish (which Charlie won't eat), fried eggplant with lethal amounts of garlic (which Charlie won't eat), and falafel (which Charlie won't eat).

Dinner was amazing. I love Mo's cooking. He knows I love his eggplant and falafel and has even come to my house prepared to make it for me in my own home.

About two hours later, Mo was hungry again and started frying up chicken wings, so for me, dessert was hot buffalo wings. He's upset that I won't stay another day and to be honest, I could stay if I wanted. But I'm not sure I could waddle out of the house on Wednesday.

Somehow these guys have maintained their weight. Mo is working out almost daily at the gym and he is buff. Even Charlie, who like me has struggled most of his adult life with his weight, is looking good. I don't know where all the Sun Chips, sesame sticks, cashews, spinach dip and corn chips go, not to mention the Seagrams. But I know where they'd go if I stayed, so I am outta here in about 45 minutes.

I'll be back in hobbitt's arms in about 12 hours.