confessions [of a Mel] part.9.

It's been a while since my last confession.

Granted, that previous one was a bit more serious (past fears of silence)...but this one: not so much.

What you may - or most likely don't - know about me:
I eat like a boss. 

If you glance around our society long enough, you'll see that people have vastly different approaches to eating.
Some watch every calorie - Some consume recklessly.
Some starve to feel 'skinny' - Some binge n' purge.

Some eat when they're happy.. or sad... or bored...
Some eat when they're just hungry.

All that to say... food doesn't phase me too much.
Put it on my plate, and I.will.eat.it.
To the very last crumb.

No matter how big - or small - a serving of food, I feel a certain compulsion to eat it all.

Once my plate is clean, I'll then survey the dinner table.

Oh, what's that?  My husband left his signature 'last bite' of food on the plate?...

I eat it.

Oh - and my daughter who eats a spec at dinner (while whining for snacks the rest of the day).. yep, I'll finish her portion too.

I think I was raised by goats.

Or, maybe I was born during the Depression.

Maybe I just learned this trait from my Dad (his plate would be cleaned spotless.. a nano-second after blessing the meal!).

Whatever the reason, it's a crazy conviction to have.

I just refuse to let any food 'go to waste' (maybe it was all that talk of 'kids starving in Africa' as a child).

Normally, this works out well for me - since Ben is an amazing cook 90% of the time (while I'm an amazing cook the other 10%).

The most comical food fiasco? 

Long ago, Ben attempted frying up some artichokes.

It tasted like corn husks fried in oil.

(Turns out you only use a tiny 'heart' of the artichoke and not the outer rinds).

While Ben refuse to choke it down... you guessed it:

I dutifully ate both our portions.

So there you have it, my latest (not greatest) confession.

What does your dinner plate look like?

Mel ;o)