I like food and I like to eat. I’ve been blessed with a high metabolism throughout my life so that I can eat and not have every calorie add a few pounds to my weight. I haven’t been as fortunate the last have of my 50’s but it hasn’t been too bad and I eat what many people refer to as rabbit food (plant-based) so there’s that.

When my chosen daughter was about 12 years old she liked to eat whatever I liked to eat. I would go to the fridge and what I wanted was gone. I don’t mind sharing my food (mostly) but I like to know certain things are there when I want them.

It got to the point that I’d start experimenting. I’d get odd foods and flavors hoping that she wouldn’t like them and therefore, it would just be mine. I could rarely find something she didn’t like (she’d eat most anything, just like me). I can remember how thrilled I was when I got blue cheese dressing one time and she didn’t like it. Woo-Hoo! It was like finding the holy grail. The only problem was that I really didn’t like it either. I did however get used to it.