Mr. Sparx:
Do you ever eat roast beef and Yorkshire pudding after practice? Perhaps with horse radish sauce?
My mother used to make the best Yorkshire pudding in the world. I am somewhat inebriated, drinking 22 ounces of stout ale made by my home-brewing buddy and swim teammate Bill, a couple hours now after practice.
Your question about differential caloric intake is a very interesting one. I have noticed I do not eat the same amount every day, not even close. I tend to pig out on the weekends, then eat less during the week. Swimming practice days--M W F for our team's official workouts -- I've taken to eating large lunches to prevent bonking during practice. But then I get home pretty late, and often end up drinking my dinner--case in point tonight's stout beer.
Of course, the drinking dinner often stimulates the appetite for solid foods, but it's too late to cook anything, so I find myself fantasizing about foodstuffs beloved from yesteryear. Memories of which are easily triggered by such items as your location, i.e., Yorkshire, England, i.e., home of the pudding that made the British race famous among beefeaters world wide!
This is probably a bit off the subject of swimming, but what is REAL yorkshire pudding like in Yorkshire Endland? Is it sometimes confused with manna?
I am starving all of a sudden.
Mr. Sparx:
Do you ever eat roast beef and Yorkshire pudding after practice? Perhaps with horse radish sauce?
My mother used to make the best Yorkshire pudding in the world. I am somewhat inebriated, drinking 22 ounces of stout ale made by my home-brewing buddy and swim teammate Bill, a couple hours now after practice.
Your question about differential caloric intake is a very interesting one. I have noticed I do not eat the same amount every day, not even close. I tend to pig out on the weekends, then eat less during the week. Swimming practice days--M W F for our team's official workouts -- I've taken to eating large lunches to prevent bonking during practice. But then I get home pretty late, and often end up drinking my dinner--case in point tonight's stout beer.
Of course, the drinking dinner often stimulates the appetite for solid foods, but it's too late to cook anything, so I find myself fantasizing about foodstuffs beloved from yesteryear. Memories of which are easily triggered by such items as your location, i.e., Yorkshire, England, i.e., home of the pudding that made the British race famous among beefeaters world wide!
This is probably a bit off the subject of swimming, but what is REAL yorkshire pudding like in Yorkshire Endland? Is it sometimes confused with manna?
I am starving all of a sudden.
