The Holiday Weekend of a Million Pounds Gained

The term Memorial Day has become synonymous for the term barbecue blowout. Come on... You know you're guilty of the crime. Buying tons of ice, various brown colored marinades, way too many light beers (just so you can fill up on more hamburgers) and all the rest of that hot weather related food products.

With all of this... How can anyone not enjoy Memorial Day weekend? Throw a beach in there and you have yourself the party of the year. Lucky enough, I had the chance to spend it in Rhode Island on a beach for a feast of all feast with a group of really great people. This was no ordinary feast. It was the "caught red handed loosening up your jean button" kind of feast. There is no doubt in my mind that I could have rolled to work Tuesday morning due to the nice job I did filling out my sides.

The tasty journey began Friday morning...

Donut Plant Donuts! How could one not cry in the presence of these?

I immediately snagged the coconut creme one. I'm no fool. I like coconut and no one can get in the way of what I like (watch out... I bite when it comes to complex carbohydrates!).

The "I can't stop eating these" homemade Vietnamese egg rolls courtesy of Wendy's Mom! She was on full frying duty. 75 egg rolls... That woman was some automatic egg roll dispenser.

Paired with homemade chili oil! She's dangerous alright... Knockout food bully.

You wouldn't believe it... But a clambake followed. Lobster, mussels, clams, corn, potatoes, chorizo and onions. Basically, the point of no return.

The next day was a little easier on those ab muscles (lack thereof I mean)...

A visit to the famous Evelyn's! How did I ever go with the crab cakes over the fried clams? What was I thinking? I guess I like to play against the standby rules.

The crab cakes that I wish were fried clams but still enjoyed cause it's my achilles heel. You still got me good.

And of course, top it off with another local fave... Del's lemonade.

Somebody needs to inform 7 Eleven corporation that this stuff should be legally pumped out in batches in their slurpee machines. No lie. It's a drink that can't be messed with.

And if someone is working on that time machine and finally got it working, please let me know. I'm ready to take it back to Memorial 2009. It's worth all them pounds.