...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, July 27, 2006
My mom and I aren't close...which is an entirely different story. But, she loves, adores, CONSUMES my kids, like the last crumbs of sustenance on earth. My mom is a foodie, as is my sister. Both great cooks...
Maggie buzzes around my house this morning like a cricket hopped up on corn syrup. On the way home from the airport,last night, she asked if there was any food in the house, or if we needed to stop at the grocery store. I looked at Michael, who was driving, in horror. Did we need to call an deprogrammer, so soon, to wash the FOOD CULT off of her?
My mom always has a fringe STUFFED, (and I do mean STUFFED) with food. The one time she has made it out to Colorado, she was dismayed at the state of MY fridge, and pantry. Both had shelves with space on them...empty...STILL!! She snuck off to buy duplicates of thing I already had, in her brand, or picked by her fingers. Quickly doubling my provisions,.. I was now prepared to feed my block of neighbors, if need be.
By the end of Moms visit, she was ready to go home, having searched all the markets in the area for supplies. She was spent. But as with any addiction, the dark side of her obsession, had made an appearance. Mom lamented the waste, and the guilt, all should feel, on wasting SO MUCH FOOD. There are starving people, all over the world. "I worked hard on this...don't let it go to waste.." was the athem of the week. When she left, my family was bloated, bulging at the seams, looking for a place to lay down and digest. Uncomfortably full of the shame and obligation,(fed on fine crackers, and iced cakes)...all we wanted was a fast.
Driving home, I feared my mom had piped Maggie full, with the permanent longing for more food..Better food!!! But at last... my mags, gave her true self away. Once home, my hubbie, ran back out to the store for some benadryl for me...(AAAACHOOO). He asked Mags if she needed anything... and..she looked around, greatful to be home, in her kitchen of only 3 oranges and 2 banannas..(instead of 10!)..Maggie looked up at us,saying... "nope, don't need anything,,...well maybe some FRUITY PEBBLEs for breakfast...I missed you guys!".
So, we are back to this morning, Maggie watching cartoons, with a bowl of cereal...and me cooking up Poetry Thurday's selection... FOOD
a picky eater,
a dirty secret
on her apron,
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