Are you a picky eater? Share some of your favorite food quirks with us (the more exotic, the better!). Omnivores: what’s the one thing you won’t eat?
I confess. I’m Phil from yesterday’s post. (See Buffet Challenge).
Not that I’ve spent as many hours at a buffet as he did, or consumed as many plates in one sitting. I mean that I used to eat piles of food at the buffet to get my money’s worth. A friend of mine was a hungry college student who used to drink water all day to keep his stomach stretched and then eat at a buffet each night. I never went that far but I haven’t missed many meals in my life and it shows.
I’m in shape. Pear shaped.
I’m in shape. Round is a shape.
I’ve got a beach body. Whatever shape my body is in, that’s what you get at the beach. If my belly is shaped like a beach ball, grand.
I’ve got Dunlop disease. My belly “done lopped” over my belt.
Vegetables? Love them. Deep fried in butter and dipped in cheese.
Fruits? Fantastic. On top of waffles, in pies, and with ice cream.
Meat? Awesome! Animals are so tasty. All varieties. Young or old. White or red. Seared, blackened, smoked, fried, and sauteed are just fine.
My enjoyment of food could come from the competitive sibling environment of my childhood.
See also It Wasn’t Me from August 16 for an example.
This morning’s post is making me hungry. Time for breakfast.
The sign on the door read “All you can eat 9.95, Crab Legs extra”
Phil sat in a stupor. He’d been there for three hours already. Fourteen plates had come and gone. Now he wondered if getting crab legs would be worth the extra charge.
Other restaurant patrons either glanced his way and shook their heads or openly stared at him in horror. The front of his shirt was stained with grease drippings, flecks of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, apple pie, ice cream, and several unidentifiable spots. The trend was generally downward. Bits of food left their marks or clung to his clothing if they escaped his mouth at all.
The hostess glared at him. She had asked him to leave after the first hour. Then again after 90 minutes, two hours, and each 15 minute interval after that. She was tired of arguing with him. Phil stubbornly refused to leave until he felt he’d gotten his full measure of the buffet.
By all reasonable standards, he’d achieved that in the first 35 minutes. Five trips to the food bar, each resulting in a mound of food as high as the plate was round. The cooks in the back restocked the steamy bins after each of his forays. They shot pathetic glances his way as they trundled hot containers to the line.
Phil stifled a belch and stood up. All eyes in the place watched him as he leaned on the table for a moment, steadying himself. He turned and slowly walked to the restroom, planning on making room for more.
Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?
Rake those leaves!
Mow the lawn for the last time this summer!
Stare at the bare branches out the window the next few months.
Hunt for crisp apples. Make pies, tarts, and cobbler.
Repeat as necessary.
Core the apples, fill with butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon.
Bake thoroughly until the apple flesh is soft.
Serve with vanilla ice cream.
Repeat as necessary.
What do I most enjoy about this season?
Ripened apples and the many recipes for them.
Mom put the full pan of chocolate chip brownies on the pantry shelf to cool. Those would be a special treat for the family after dinner tonight. The appetites of four teenage boys seemed bottomless and something like fresh brownies never lasted long. Mom paused for a moment and cut just one little square from the corner of the pan. “Just a little taste,” she thought, and closed the door. Continue reading