Mom, a.k.a. Garbage Disposal
It’s not a wonder why a mother is often overweight. I have consumed mountains of leftover hot dogs, pizza, rice, broccoli, chili, hamburgers, ham, carrots, peas, loco mocos, macaroni and cheese, etc. in the past few years. All the leftovers I get to eat are often soggy and always cold. In the case of fruit, I often get the rejected parts. With grapes, I always get the squishy ones. With other fruit, I get the parts that are brown, bruised, or sour.
I’ve gotten smart in my old age and sometimes the leftover food gets divided up among the 3 canine family members. I’ve never had any objections or refusals on their behalf, so everyone’s happy. I do occasionally indulge in his rejects, so today’s momma leftover menu included soggy Apple Jacks, half a hamburger, a few fries, and the crust of a slice of pepperoni pizza.
There are few things that are never leftover:
- Chocolate milk
- Juice
- Candy (Gummi Bears, Jelly Beans, MnM’s, Fruit Snacks, Chocolate, etc.)
- Ice Cream
- Mochi
- Whipped cream on any dessert (which works out great because I hate whipped cream)
I refuse to eat leftover:
- Vienna sausages
- Hot dogs
- Spam
- Something that’s been regurgitated (He once ate rocky road ice cream and spit out all the nuts)
- Anything that’s been licked (Once, he licked all the chocolate off the top of a chocolate covered glazed doughnut)
- Any beverage (he still backwashes)
I hate when:
- He says he wants more food, I get more and he eats 2 bites and says he’s pau.
- He says he wants something, I buy it and he takes one bite and then doesn’t want it.
- I ask him what he wants to eat, I buy it, but someone else is eating something better so now he doesn’t want what he has anymore.
My mood: loving my long weekend; looking forward to spending the day with friends tomorrow and family the day after that...