Hangover v. Fasting
When I was an undergraduate, I used to do like any other self-respecting undergraduates do at least once in a while: I would get smashed out of my eyeballs up to the point where I couldn’t remember much of what happened. Am I proud of it? Not really, but it was all good harmless fun at the time, and made the whole undergraduate experience both more enjoyable ( and a bit longer, if I’m honest.)
During these years of seeming invincibility, I would take care of any hangover with one thing: pasta. I would cook myself a huge serving of pasta with copious amounts of full-fat creme fraiche, lardons and onions, and generous sparkling of parmesan, with the conviction that it would help me recover from the hangover faster while watching daytime television and drinking water.
These days, as a middle-aged man, I don’t drink alcohol as often and as much (Thank God.) As a result, I don’t metabolize alcohol the same way. Plus, as Frenchman, it is not in my culture to just ‘go to the pub’ to socialize. Socializing for me is more “come to my house and I’ll cook a roast chicken with a nice bottle of wine.” So, in essence, I’ve lost the habit of drinking heavily and drinking often. Don’t get me wrong: I can still hold my booze, and drank many of my wife’s (Chinese) uncles under the table during our wedding banquet.
So, yesterday, I got through about 3 pints of ale, and when I got up this morning, I did feel quite bloated and rather hangovered. Why did I choose to resume my 5-2 on the day after I had too many beer is still a mystery to me. Oh, well, keep calm and drink roobios.