I havent had a bad eating day...thank god, but my Dad joined us for a couple of days last week in Door COunty. One day I saw (this is what I saw mind you) him scarf down a 1 lb fried steak, a baked potatoe, 3 gigantic cinnamon rolls, 1 waffle cone ice cream stuffed with 3 scoops, a corned beef sandwich, 3 helpings of quiche with ham, 3 bowls of oatmeal, a salad with more dressing than vegetables, and a bowl of some creamy seafood soup. Oh, and 2 butterscotch cookies. I didnt think anybody could eat this much food. I almost got sick watching him eat all this junk.
I just had to mention this, so everyone knows what kind of obstacle I am up against when I go for that occasional visit to see my father. Thank god I only lived with him for a few years of my life.
Suzanne