I worked at a frozen yogurt shop around the corner from my house when I was 14. (14! Yes, fourteen, the owners didn’t seem the type into child labor laws, they paid me straight out of their personal checkbook.) Anyway, I was left alone in the shop a lot.
14 year old, surrounded by candy and frozen yogurt.
I’m not proud to say that I pretty much ate myself silly everyday. Especially with the Butterfinger. Oh the massive amounts of Butterfinger.
Every Christmas eve my family would eat crab and strawberry daiquiris by the fire.
I then worked at Marie Callendar’s pies at the age of 16. I was fueled on cornbread and potato cheese soup.
After I left home I worked at Spaghetti Factory. My free spaghetti meal was what kept me alive each day during that period of my life. I sometimes went into work to pick up shifts just so I could eat.
One of the best meals I ever had was grocery store Chinese take out with an orange cream soda. It was the best because I ate it on my very own bed in my very own apartment.
When I met Cody (at the mall) we ate Gyros almost every day that we worked together.
When I was pregnant the only food I never barfed up was Velveeta Shells & Cheese. I came close once, but kept it down out of principle.
I also craved Arby’s Beef & Cheddars. I did barf those up, but continued to eat them anyway.
My sister and I devour sushi whenever we are in each other’s presence.
I’m not officially at “home” in Utah until I’ve had a pork burrito.
When I think of my mom I think of her pineapple spareribs.
When I think of my dad I think of popcorn.
When I think of my step mom I think of spaghetti, chicken broccoli fettuccine, frog eye salad and turkey.
When I think of my step dad I think of huevos rancheros.
Golden Corral and Sizzler? Totally my in laws.
I fantasize about the day my child calls home from college and says “I MISS YOUR COOKING.” Or the day I’m able to welcome my grandkids in with a squishy grandma hug and a plate of warm cookies. (The best cookies they’ve ever had of course.)
I think it’s safe to say I have an insufferable emotional attachment to food.