Thursday, March 6, 2014
The sort of food-related posts I tend to just put on FB.
I got a mad craving for fries the other day, so I went through the drive-through at McDonald's. (Yeah, I know. They're terrible for you. Sue me.) I don't remember suggestive selling being quite this insistent during my teen days of working in fast food:
Drive-through person: "Hi, I'm Danielle. Would you like to try our new strawberry and cream pie?"
Me: "No, thank you. I'd just like a small order of fries."
DTP: "Small fries. And would you like to add on a strawberry and cream pie?"
Me: "No, thank you, just the fries."
DTP: "Did you say no... or YES!?"
Mostly, though, I just grocery-shop and eat at home. I generally keep chocolates out since my son is a grazer with not an ounce of extra fat. I caught him starting to open a bag of chocolates recently and I stopped him, saying I wanted to finish the chocolates in the canister on the kitchen counter first. Smiling, he reached in to grab a handful and said, "Challenge accepted!"
Some days it feels like I've raised locusts instead of humans. And neither of them lets me know we're out of something in a timely way. He complained one morning that he was out of deodorant, so I told him, "Put it on the list." Later, I saw he'd done this: