Confession: I feel bad for wasted food.
I first felt these things when I was young. I felt bad for the macaroni that fell into the garbage disposal after being perfectly cooked. I know. I know. That sounds insane. And it is, I think. And I think you know what I’m talking about!
You know that cheese that falls out of your tacos onto the floor? Or the pizza that you left in the oven for too long? It sucks to throw it away right?! That pizza had such potential! I wanted that cheese and my taco will never be the same! All that planning for great success in the great big bellies of grateful people and it’s all in vain, never to be realized. OK, I may be taking it too far.
These things, are evidence of my inner fat girl. She’s showing, I know, and even if I get rid of the visible fat girl, she’ll always feel bad for that wasted bit of decadence. She is part of who I am because I enjoy my food. I appreciate what it’s meant to be. Food. In my belly, not on the floor.