|Inhaled snack ( it went so fast I had to recreate it.)|
Obviously, football has whipped up an appetite, so he eats a snack package of Nutter Butters and two Swiss Rolls within minutes of getting home.
This is not enough to tide him over for the remaining half our until dinner is ready, so he makes himself a salad- with cheese, because he likes to add stuff to his salads. And drench them in dressing.
|Salad number one|
This is gone within 3 minutes, but he has to go take a shower, my larder is spared for the time being.
6:00: Dinner time. The first salad is a distant memory, what with it sliding down his gullet back in the good 'ol 25 minutes agos. This is what he sits down to. The first time.
|That's about 2 cups of pasta, and a second salad. I would be puking at this point.|
|Bread, mayo, turkey, cheese, turkey cheese, mayo, bread.|
He tells me that he has had enough, clears his plate and brings it to the sink. I walk into the kitchen mere moments later to this sight:
|Ahh, man! That was going to be my lunch tomorrow!|
He is finishing off the never-to-become-leftovers that were still in the pan. He was kind enough to wait until after I had cleaned the kitchen to head to the pantry for round two.
I found something more productive to do than follow him around with a camera.... Ok,truth: he got sick of it and I have a bunch of pic that look like this: