When I was in college, I would do the same thing, and my behaviors gave my parents great concern. They honestly thought that I was starving myself while at school and openly bingeing when I came home some weekends. Back then I was fairly skinny, so they watched me like a hawk when I was home.
Here was/is my problem: I don't keep sweets in my home. Dane knows that if we get a box of sugar cereal, it is usually gone within 24 hours. A king-sized Symphony bar--only 2 hours max. When we make cookies for the neighbors, we together (mostly me) will eat the batch in less than 24 hours generally. We (okay, I) have a problem. And that is why sweets cannot be found where I live.
So, that is why I go nuts at my parents' house--and every time I go I know that deep-down they are just cringing, knowing that every cheese stick, every potato chip, every snack cake is a temptation for me and will possibly get consumed!
Anyway, I love eating at their house--I think that was the point I was trying to make with the last 3 paragraphs--whew, sorry about that. (My Honors English teacher in high school told me that I needed to be more concise with my writing. Mrs. Bybee would die if she read this. So sorry!)
A couple of weeks ago my parents came to our town in search of the perfect recliner. Of course, I was happy to host--and I decided to make a delicious soup for our dinner (instead of eating out--I am on a spending fast right now--more about that some other time). I had planned to have it ready to go before they arrived. That never happened, but my mom and I really cooked together (and I can't recall the last time that happened). It was really fun!
Best part of the day--getting to send leftovers home with my parents. We made a TON of soup because I couldn't help myself with the vegetables.
So, my first recorded service of 2013--send home leftovers. I always come back from my parents' home with something. It is about time that they head back home with something too!
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