There’s no reason to be ashamed of it, but I like to snack. Sometimes, I eat a bunch of snacks in a short time frame and call it a meal. No, it’s not a meat, a salad and a starch, but it fills me up, it’s tasty, and it (probably) covers most of my basic food groups.
Amy doesn’t understand this. She prefers meals that “go together.” Like, for instance, we had a curry and rice dish last night, and I wanted to add some cheese and crackers to the side of the plate. That was a big no-no.
She also doesn’t get it when I just hack off a hunk of cheese and take bites from it while eating tuna straight from the can. But it’s good!
The food pyramid above isn’t exactly me, but the concept is dead-on. So I’m happy to see that I’m not alone.
Grant Hamilton
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Must be a guy thing. I do believe that I have chowed down on blue cheese, crackers, and pan fried perogies and onions on occasion when Rie is away. Also hearty soup, beer, and a few sausages.