Mine is the iconic BLT. The bigger and greasier it is, dripping with yummy yolk, the better. I used to drink gallons and gallons of water, based on the fact that it was the dehydration that was making you feel so terrible, but that somehow never really worked.
Until one New Year's morning, when me, my husband, and his siblings met up with fellow revellers the night before, all sunglassed and not half as talkative or mobile, suffering the same dastardly fate, met up at a cafe, and I pointed at the BLT to the waiter.
When the BLT arrived, the look and the smell of it made everyone, including me, almost puke. But I wolfed it down courageously, to test out another theory I had heard about, and that was to eat a heavy meal in order to absorb the alcohol, so it'll stop creating havoc in the body. Makes sense... right? No?
But hey, it works! For me at least.
Until one New Year's morning, when me, my husband, and his siblings met up with fellow revellers the night before, all sunglassed and not half as talkative or mobile, suffering the same dastardly fate, met up at a cafe, and I pointed at the BLT to the waiter.
When the BLT arrived, the look and the smell of it made everyone, including me, almost puke. But I wolfed it down courageously, to test out another theory I had heard about, and that was to eat a heavy meal in order to absorb the alcohol, so it'll stop creating havoc in the body. Makes sense... right? No?
But hey, it works! For me at least.
Cheeseburgers and a bloody mary. Hair of the dog!
ReplyDeleteAh... cheeseburger... sounds like a super alternative. I'll have to try that the next time. Yum...! ;)
ReplyDeleteBAK KUT TEH WITH TWO BOWLS OF rice AND KOPI o SIEW dai
ReplyDeleteThis must be Weng.
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