WuMo by Wulff & Morgenthaler for October 03, 2020

And then you waddle over to Weight Watchers afterwards.

Laying on the guilt thicker than the frosting on her cake.

One felt like a pregnant hippo when one had swallowed the last bit.

“Ease up, Granny! It’ll only take one call to set up competency inquiry!”

my great grandmother made the best cakes ever…….

Choke it down,guys….choke it down.

I learned to say no, there’s always leftovers.

No way did you ever leave without a Tupperware bowl or two, just make sure you bring ’em back.

Recently found I need to be on a gluten-free diet… This should come in handy when I run into situations like this. “Sorry, I’m not allowed to eat that.”

Friend married into an Italian family and spent Thanksgiving with them. She assumed the Italian food was their Thanksgiving and filled her plate. Then came the turkey, dressing, etc. With her new mother-in-law watching, she said she had never eaten so much in her life.

I take issue with people that continue to insist that you eat/drink something even after you have politely declined several times for whatever reason. You’re not hungry, too full, don’t like it, are allergic, need to follow a diet, or are a recovering alcoholic. It is bullying.

The Creosote Family gathering…

My Lord. This is my wife! It’s why I’m overweight.

I don’t remember ever hearing that admonition, but as I was youthfully hyperactive before such condition was medicated (usually they just shoved a broom and dustpan in my hands and pointed me at a mess of some kind to clean up) and I tended to graze from arising to retiring, it was just accepted that I was/am small, but hollow. All my cooking relatives and acquaintances knew I loved them, and their signature dishes.