My Grandfather, Kyran 'Keeny' Brennan, in his stylish car
I am so lucky! I really scoff things down sometimes, but I don't ever seem to get indigestion. If I do, it is something that just goes along with eating, that I have no clue about.
Grandma taught us to eat fast. It is really quite terrible. She would pit my sister and I against each other, - telling us whoever ate their food the fastest would be the winner (no prize necessary, it's sibling rivalry remember!). I think it was more a ploy to get my sister, a picky eater, to finish her food. But all it really did was instill a habit in me, a veritable garbage disposal, of eating quickly, - I would competitively devour my meal, hungering for the recognition of being the 'winner' while my sister would pout and scowl, barely touching a thing. So, yes, I always 'won'. But, I don't think anyone really won in the end. Grandma's plan never worked (even when it did move into actual prizes), my sister would still end up with dessert (always unfair in my mind!), I would be an unfulfilled winner (c'mon, I am not that bad - absolutely no competition is not that fun. It's like busting your balls in a running race, only to look back and see that the competition fell down due to exhaustion, and meanwhile you are only running against yourself, (you were thinking you were doing a great job), when in reality, you don't know if you really deserve to win....! And how come the exhausted fellow gets a medal when he didn't even breathe near the finish line?), and Grandma was frustrated at not getting my sister to eat, again.
So, now, I still eat fast. After years of working in the hospitality, retail and entertainment industries, where you get a quick break, always ready to rush out and greet & help people if they need you, the habit is hard to shake. The only way to make me slow down is to get me to start talking. That'll always do it!
I don't know if my sister is still a picky eater. She'll have to tell you that. I know there are way more things she doesn't like than me, (hmm, well, I can only think of pizza because it is always surprising to me!!). I do know that she is looking forward to being in a place that has a bigger kitchen, so she can cook more. Her kitchen right now is awful. I mean, really awful. I wouldn't cook in there either. So, I look forward to her cooking too. Maybe, even though we're oceans apart, once she's set up she can join me on this journey. Nothing would make me happier!
Indigestion Cure
1 TBS pure honey dissolved in about half a glass of cold water & 1 tsp of tincture of myrrh.
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1 tsp of honey dissolved in a tumbler of cold water, taken with dinner.
You are so gorgeous, Nerissa. How can I (easily) let others know about your lovely blog? It is a pleasure to read. Is there some way on FB? Jode
ReplyDeleteMe, a picker eater? NOOOOO! Well, actually, my boyfriend always says that I am but I don't think so. And as for the pizza thing, how many times do I have to tell you I LIKE PIZZA? That was a phase I was going through and I am over it now. In fact I am looking forward to going home tonight and getting a pizza and a bottle of red and curling up on the couch and watching the footy with my boy, ah winter Friday nights.
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ReplyDeleteHey Jode! You can do it a couple of ways... One, at the side of the blog, there's a link that says SHARE - which will lead you to share it on facebook. Two, The Twitter link will let you twitter about it. Also, when I post it on FB, there should be a SHARE button that comes up underneath the post. Or, you could also copy the link and email it!
THANK YOU!!! I would love more people to know about my blog!! hehe
@JadeOOoops, and I totally remember eating pizza with you now, - when I was home and we got it from that place you guys like.. SORRY!! Well, I still always feel like I am surprised when you say there's something you don't like. I know there's stuff!! Maybe you're not picky (anymore), must be that it's discernible taste!
ReplyDeleteaaaww, Nerissa, always thrilled to read your posts. I was raised a fast eater as well; I was always the "KING". And my grandma cooking was so good I would go there every day after school on my bike to check what she cooked that day. Brings back memories....
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ReplyDeleteHello to the KINGS of food eating contests! Maybe we should head down for the hot dog eating contest next year at Coney Island, Radka!! Make our Grandma's proud!