This is part of my mom's birthday dinner for me. At the surface it may seem via the serving sizes that I was unappreciative and picky, but an untrained eye would only be so fooled.
The small portions owed due to the previous 2 days of feasting where, no lie, I ate enough to kill a small to medium sized horse (depending on breed). I Wikipedia'd "horse stomach explosion" and found that my gastrointestinal tract held close to double the poundage of your average equine stomach. Google it yourself.
All without taking a "number two" since Friday.
Also take note of the obsessive-compulsive arrangement of food. NEVER should they touch one another. It would be a great shame to get mashed potatoes on your corn or corn on your chicken.
Gross.
The rest of my family will start with a plate that looks "similar" to mine, then dump macaroni and cheese on top of the chicken, then slop some beans on the corn, then maybe ruin the mashed potatoes by carelessly adding God-knows-what-else.
All I know is that I ate a lot, it hurt, and it was awesome.
"Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside." ~Mark Twain
4 comments:
you mix the mashed potatos with corn, duh!
Laura
ONLY if it's off the cob, though!
Excuse me, nothing on my plate touches unless I decide that the two different fabulous dishes should be mixed.
Sarah
I love a meal that consists solely of various shades of beige.
I too am an adult who eats like a child.
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