All that was missing was a stack of newspapers. Today's breakfast was the best meal I've had all week at IACP:
Rolled bilinis witih a schmear of apple compote, dusted and powered sugar and adorned with raspberries and blueberries
Ripe watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew, a strawberry and red grapes
This was my fourth IACP meal that included potatoes. I still haven't seen any ketchup or Tabasco.
Still, I know I ate better than some of the folks at a 7-11 in Tacoma, where I stopped for a cup of coffee after leaving the office this morning.
Here's one exchange between a man and a woman:
"Get my babies some gum."
"What are we having for breakfast?"
"Get some donuts. We gotta roll."
"I don't want no donuts."
Or my favorite line of the morning, from a woman standing in front of 7-11's new Twistas pizza things:
"I don't think I can put that in my stomach this morning."