Eating is unfair to some.
As many of you know, I’m skinny. And the wife is skinny. We’re like, real skinny. Somewhere between overactive metabolisms and a wussy appetite, the skinniness persists. Not that we’re complaining.
The point is, when the wife and I go out to eat, we typically can’t eat what has become the standard portion size for an entree at your run-of-the-mill American resturant. So, to save money and be alittle more intelligent, we often split an entree. Mockery occurs when the two of us still can’t eat all of one entree. Especially from more… well-rounded Americans, who do not discriminate against any type of food.
Before I continue, there is one other important detail - leftovers. For whatever reason, the wife and I lack the ability to eat leftovers. I’m not sure if its because we forget about them until its too late, or what, but they will sit in the fridge waaay too long.
So anyway, when we go eat, we often leave food on the plate(s). So the waiter/waitress will often ask if we want a box to take it home. The poor waiter/waitress doesn’t know we won’t eat it, but is just doing his/her job. We (read: I) eventually got tired of being asked this question, so I came up with a game to play when we got asked it.
The game went like this: If we didn’t eat all our food, and the waiter asked us if we wanted a box, we HAD to say yes. We’d let them bring the box out, and put the leftover food in it. We’d pay for the food, but then intentionally leave the box on the table, and then try and make it to the car without the waiter bringing the box out to us!
Now, you might be thinking/about to comment, “what? that’s a lame game. You’re wasting styrofoam containers!” Well, don’t worry about it too much. We’ve only played it once. At IHOP. It rocked. And when I say “we”, I of course mean “I”.
Ah well. Today’s funny link is food-related as well, sorta. Somehow, this dood acquired weightwatchers recipe cards from 1974. He scanned them all in, and then offered up commentary on each of the scrumptous dishes. Enjoy.
Oh, and another thing, I’m working on a Pre-Cognitive-Comment-Predictor, which is a made-up device that will guess what people will post. Let’s see how it will work:
Comment: the wife
“whatever… don’t try and include me in this game. this was your idea. and those recipe cards look gross… yuck.”
Myself, the press, and the whole civilized world are eagerly waiting to see if this prediction will ring true.
Since when was FISH BALLS something you would put in your mouth? I hate to say it, but you people from the 70’s are filthy animals. No product of the 80’s would consider putting FISH + BALLS in a sentence or in their mouth!
And as a “HUSKY” girl, I can tell you that normal humans shouldn’t clean their plate at a restaurant, but my mom is still in my head screaming, “THEIR ARE CHILDREN STARVING IN AFRICA! CLEAN YOUR PLATE!” And I lose all will power… except when it comes to FISH BALLS!
the key words in this post are “standard portion size for an entree at your run-of-the-mill American resturant.” when we move overseas, my clean plate ratio will increase tremendously. besides, when we split something, the likelihood of wanting/having desert increases greatly as well. I will have more room, and I’m still not spending as much as if each of us just get an entree each. not to mention that we usually don’t get any desert.
yeah, my mom gave up that starving children fight a long time ago. My grandmother, though, grew up during the Depression, and will not leave the table until she has cleaned her plate.
and since we are talking about eating habits, I inhale my food at school, because as a teacher your 30 minute lunch break becomes 15 minutes if you are lucky. therefore, when I am out and about, I tend to be the last one still eating.
and as far as eric’s little comment about me commenting…..well, it was very tempting to not say anything at all, but I decided it was more important to prove that he can’t predict what I am going to say . . . well, not all of what I am going to say. those cards really did look nasty and I couldn’t look at more than 2 before I was grossed out.
:)