I never understood women who said, “I can’t keep food in the house!” Until … my boys were teenagers and they turned into eating machines.
(They inherited that from their father’s side.)
In high school, they were both in weight training and they were hungry all the time.
My baking dishes and freezer meal containers got bigger and bigger.
One night when I opened the refrigerator to take out that evening’s meal, I could see that a large scoop of the casserole was missing.
I smoothed the contents to fill in the divot, popped it in the oven and waited.
Sure enough, the guilty party asked, “Is this the same stuff that was in the frig earlier?”
“Yes it is, Son. Why do you ask?”
“It tastes different,” he said.
“That’s because it’s cooked now!”
He looked at me sheepishly.
“Sorry, I was hungry.”