My friend Josemari is the bane of my existence. Or okay, just my diet. He keeps posting these droolworthy food pictures online, and even though I know it isn’t just to tempt ME in particular, I often imagine him like this:
And every single time I see his pictures, I find myself gravitating towards the fridge.
For the most part, I find I’m able to resist, but there was this one thing he brought to my attention that I simply CANNOT get out of my head… this mother-of-all-steak-sandwiches called The Meatball.
Since this manly meatstrosity can only be had in Cebu, I decided to try and make one of my own this weekend. (Hey. Shut up. Weekends are for cheating. ALL dieters know this.)
I think I’ll call it “Mari’s Manwich.” Here’s what I’ll need:
If it turns out as good as I think it will, I may just share it with you.
Or, well…hmmm…maybe not.