The month of Ramadan also meant loads of cautious gatherings with our friends for iftar. I'm having a weird IBS flare for three weeks and counting; I don't quite dare to eat too much meats or grease. It's damn weird — a royal meal of spicy somtam and tom yam soup with spicy krapow or nasi padang with sambal is fine — but burgers and steaks send me straight to poop-hell.
(Yes you may say it. That sounds like Choya's GI tract! I'm like Choya. Or maybe she's like me.)
Had an iftar meal with M and V at Beirut Grill. It was lovely to see the friends, and I was glad that the menu had plenty of delicious items that the stomach welcomed. Of course by tonight, I've been on three days of steady intake of probiotics and charcoal pills, a ton of water, minimal caffeine and zero alcohol and low sugar ratios. That calmed the stomach somewhat.
Besides the two mezze platters and a pastry mix, there were meats and seafood in the form of grilled kebab platter; they also ordered a most decadenet plate of Kefalotyri cheese with caramelized onions. Wow! I didn't dare to eat that much. Moderated my food intake and stuck to loads of hummus and moutabal, pita and a flatbread in the form of a manakish za'atar.
We ordered so much! We wanted to cancel the mixed meats kebab platter, but the kitchen already prepped it, so we took it. And horrifyingly, we ate a fair bit of the food with not much left. The leftovers weren't wasted; they were boxed and brought home to become a sahur meal.
Surprisingly, the stomach liked the pots of tea tonight. Mint and apple. Wow. I rarely enjoy hot drinks with my meal, but since the stomach was still tender, it didn't mind the non-caffeinated gentle teas. The restaurant brewed a pot of lovely mint tea. It was exceptionally soothing.
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