I donated around 11:00, so that the special post-donation meal would be a lunch or a brunch, and I willingly took a longer route to that lunch than usual because I went to the Delta Cafe in the Woodstock neighborhood. This required three different buses, but I was willing to take the time, and I had a book (The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden by
catvalente). The trip was worth it; I like the place. I had country-fried steak, grits and collard greens. I'm sometimes surprised at how I immediately liked collard greens, and I'm glad I tried them for the first time back in 2006. (It was at a now-closed North Portland restaurant called Roux, where I had dinner with my friends Matt and Gerry.) As I've said before: leafy greens with calcium. Mother Nature's a great inventor. I also had lemonade. I first leaned toward the Delta's sweet tea (which I'd want aoniedesade to sample so she can say whether or not it's authentic), but it's best to limit or avoid caffeine after giving blood so I didn't. Still, something else nice and sweet, I had a good option.And at the Portland Timbers game last night, of course I had a hot dog. Polish sausage, to be exact, with mustard, relish, onions, and even a little bit of sauerkraut. Not too much, but enough to make me thinking of reuben-lovin' Mom. Seemed right to have that, to make it a more complete going-to-the-game experience (since I couldn't complete it with beer; beer's a wrose idea than caffeine following a blood donation). And hey, probably a decent amount of iron in the sausage! Gotta replenish the iron, don't ya know.
Let's keep eating nicely, shall we, everyone?