Today for breakfast I had two pieces of spinach & onion frittata, an apple, a few ounces of Australian cheddar, a whole boatload of blueberries, a few strawberries, and some leftover cole slaw. I am still hungry. This is the result of going to bed without dinner last night and being a nursing mama. Yeah, I went to bed without dinner because there was a big argument and a lot of pouting, and now I am really paying the price. I am extremely stubborn, and that resolve often bites me in the ass. Do you do that? Please tell me I am not the only one who does that. Also, tell me what you had for breakfast. I think I’ll spend Dylan’s entire nap this morning eating, and I’m looking for ideas for what to devour next. Currently, I am eyeing the leftover ribs.
Also, on a semi-related note, did your mother ever use the phrase “Starving Armenian” when you were little? Mine did, but not in the usual context, which would be as a part of a guilt trip to encourage a spoiled and recalcitrant child to finish their food (similar to the “starving children in China/Africa/Wherever”). No, my mother, and maybe even my father, too, I can’t remember, referred to me as a Starving Armenian because of my unending appetite. How weird is that? And très inappropriate, too, like most things in the 80’s. The older I get the more frequently random memories from way back bubble up to the surface of my consciousness. But the older I get, the less I trust the truth of those memories. What really happened, and what has been turned into something different by the passage of time?