I felt that way when I went to visit my roommate's family in Mississippi when I was in my early 20s. We were both skinny little things and her mother was determined that in our week home over Christmas break, she was going to move us up at least one dress size. I have never felt so uncomfortably full in my life. At the end of the week I felt that if one more plate of ANYTHING had been offered me -- and the food was absolutely delicious -- I would hurl.

But the Andres' Argentine posting made my mouth water.

:-}

WW