My housemate when I was starving (1974) was much too thin and too funny. The fat couch potato down the street was tempting, but he shared his cigarettes, so I had to let him live.
OMG Ed, this was hysterical. I loved it. And it was prescient because I was going to post a poem about watermelon next Thursday. Now I'm committed ... or should be. You're right about appreciating food via poverty. When you grow us in a family that feasts on bread and milk once a week, you soon get the idea that food is precious and shouldn't be wasted. And if you're a carnivore, respect the animal that sacrificed for your benefit and cook it with love and dignity.
My housemate when I was starving (1974) was much too thin and too funny. The fat couch potato down the street was tempting, but he shared his cigarettes, so I had to let him live.
I’m grateful for food, and nutrition.
If it oinks eat it.
As usual, top class humor. Nothing like poverty to make anyone appreciate food. I'm still laughing!
OMG Ed, this was hysterical. I loved it. And it was prescient because I was going to post a poem about watermelon next Thursday. Now I'm committed ... or should be. You're right about appreciating food via poverty. When you grow us in a family that feasts on bread and milk once a week, you soon get the idea that food is precious and shouldn't be wasted. And if you're a carnivore, respect the animal that sacrificed for your benefit and cook it with love and dignity.