As I was preparing Yiannis lunch bag this morning I discovered a small bag of popped corn my sister Alex had prepared for the kids. Wait, that is not true. She had prepared the popcorn for us to munch on while watching a movie on Thursday night and since she made the quantity not for two but for a whole football team she then decided to split the remaining popcorn between the four school kids (my nieces & Yiannis).
Apparently Yiannis did not like his popcorn and it seems that I was too lazy to open his school bag properly and discover the uneaten tiny treasure.
There is a reason my brother-in-law calls me ‘the Junk Queen’. On another note: If we ever shared a household I am positive we would both become obese.
For the record: I have absolutely no problem of digesting junk, even if it is kinda stale and a few days old.
I love food.
I once went on a cruise with my grandparents and ate Zuercher Geschnetzeltes mit Champignons (veal in cream and mushroom sauce) for breakfast. OK, OK, I was 19 and had the metabolism of a 5-year-old. I could never pull that of now.
I do love my food though. I used to have a coworker who forgot to eat. We never managed to become friends. I blame it on the lack of food appreciation.
Due to health related restraints I have managed to learn to cook healthy food. Once in a while though I listen to my junk food cravings and indulge in a pack of chips (or crisps if you ‘re British) and/or a pack of gummy bears (like a true German).
Life is all about enjoying the small things, right?
How about you? Are you a foodie?
Until next time