Food Pushers

I wish I could take credit for this phrase. This is what the Baby calls his grandmothers.

My mother is the best cook, yes, I'm a little prejudiced. Her specialties are desserts and homemade candy. I limit myself to twice a year. My mother-in-law is a great cook. My grandmother (the sane one) was an amazing cook. My aunts are great cooks. I get a little intimidated. Big Daddy and I both come from extended families where each meal was eaten and then you started preparing for the next one. My grandmother rarely left the kitchen. I can throw a meal together but we don't live that way. I think sliced tomatoes, brie and french bread makes a fine meal.

I am often the beneficiary of these cooks. When the oldies ask me at 9am what we are going to do for dinner, I can honestly say, "I don't have a clue." Then, by some miracle, my mother will send over spaghetti sauce. Abracadabra! Here's dinner.

It doesn't matter how much you eat. For the food pushers, you did not eat enough.