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Aug 22, 2004 It’s a simple statement. If its not moving, or if they don’t have to cook, they will eat it. Now as it has been explained to me, “ it’s a guy thing”. But to us it’s a momentary knee jerk reaction. An eeew, are you really going to eat that, or a hard swallow. A look of well actually there is no term for that look we give the first time we witness this act. What am I talking about. Crunchimies, old lifesavers, old breath-savers, old pistachio nuts, old peanuts, even old popcorn that can be popped are a picnic in the making. Anything that they find and is edible they will eat. It is amazing how the same person who wishes the hamburger be so dead and dry will become joyous and ecstatic over fining an unopened old pistachio and pop it open and eat it. Never mind it was buried in the car seat under loads of other detritus. Imagine my laughter when hidden under an old breath-saver that expanded to three times its size, he found a “ good one”. It’s amazing to me that all men, or shall I say boys become gleeful over finding something to eat amongst the couch cushions or the kitchen bench. Now don’t get me wrong, I get excited too when I find a can of tuna that I thought I lost or a secret box of Rice a Roni. Even a loan pack of chicken frozen into oblivion in the back of the freezer is cause of celebration. I am joyous when that carton of eggs I thought was empty has a single egg left in it. But it’s a feeling that is almost unexplainable when I share with him his discovery. I have to admit I love it I laugh. It amazes me how after a jubilant “AHA!” Combined with sniffing, cursory examination and deductive reasoning that they will pop whatever that edible petrified morsel was into their mouth. Amazing to me. I know of people that when a lollipop gets a little warm and stuck to the wrapper throws it away they think it went bad. Perhaps in that lifetime, they got a sour sucker. But the age-old caveman of hunting and gathering can be found if ever so fleeting in the late afternoon or helping with the housework. It is seen when they find that tiny morsel that has been there since before Aunt Berthas big blowout at that Christmas party in the late 70s when she dumped that bowl of Chex mix over Aunt Louellas’ head and that single tiny imperceptible nut escaped. Only years later to be found and then liberated into the belly of a gleeful and thankful adult male. ------------ About the author: Julia lives in Tennessee and is currently baking cupcakes. Everyone in her house is in college and there is never a pen to be found or work space. She has books at Booklocker.com Factoring Diabetes and at Lionsong.com dollmaking books. Email: jimmysdevoted2@bellsouth.net Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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