An insufferable emotional attachment.

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I worked at a frozen yogurt shop around the corner from my house when I was 14. (14! Yes, fourteen, the owners didn’t seem the type into child labor laws, they paid me straight out of their personal checkbook.) Anyway, I was left alone in the shop a lot.

14 year old, surrounded by candy and frozen yogurt.

I’m not proud to say that I pretty much ate myself silly everyday. Especially with the Butterfinger. Oh the massive amounts of Butterfinger.

Every Christmas eve my family would eat crab and strawberry daiquiris by the fire.

I then worked at Marie Callendar’s pies at the age of 16. I was fueled on cornbread and potato cheese soup.

After I left home I worked at Spaghetti Factory. My free spaghetti meal was what kept me alive each day during that period of my life. I sometimes went into work to pick up shifts just so I could eat.

One of the best meals I ever had was grocery store Chinese take out with an orange cream soda. It was the best because I ate it on my very own bed in my very own apartment.

When I met Cody (at the mall) we ate Gyros almost every day that we worked together.

When I was pregnant the only food I never barfed up was Velveeta Shells & Cheese. I came close once, but kept it down out of principle.

I also craved Arby’s Beef & Cheddars. I did barf those up, but continued to eat them anyway.

My sister and I devour sushi whenever we are in each other’s presence.

I’m not officially at “home” in Utah until I’ve had a pork burrito.

When I think of my mom I think of her pineapple spareribs.

When I think of my dad I think of popcorn.

When I think of my step mom I think of spaghetti, chicken broccoli fettuccine, frog eye salad and turkey.

When I think of my step dad I think of huevos rancheros.

Golden Corral and Sizzler? Totally my in laws.

I fantasize about the day my child calls home from college and says “I MISS YOUR COOKING.” Or the day I’m able to welcome my grandkids in with a squishy grandma hug and a plate of warm cookies. (The best cookies they’ve ever had of course.)

I think it’s safe to say I have an insufferable emotional attachment to food.

43 thoughts on “An insufferable emotional attachment.”

  2. Well, you look fabulous, so as long as you don’t have any hidden eating disorders who cares? If you’re going to have specific memories/associations for important people in your life, why not food? My grandmother’s house will forever be associated with Sarah Lee coffee cake and grapefruit juice, for me. And my dad put together a cookbook of family favorites because my brothers kept calling home and asking “How do you make…?” Try it, the Moosh will love it when she gets older.

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  11. Hi Moosh:

    Reading this post made me super hungry!! I have a weird attachment to food. I have two extremes: not eating or eating the exact same thing over and over again. I get into these obsessions with a certain food until one day it breaks for no apparent reason. I found an author who talks about emotional eating : http://www.geneenroth.com/

    marys last blog post..The Fog has Lifted…

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  12. I too use to work at the good ol’ “spag shack.” Half mizithra and half tomato sauce every day. mmmm…. miss it.

    I worked at Cold Stone for a bit. It was the fattest year of my life.

    When you mention Pork Burrito, I think of Cafe Rio. I’ve got their Pork Barbacoa and cilantro rice recipe if you want it.

    Bethanys last blog post..Bethanyisms (Salivary Juices)

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  20. Do you like frog eye salad? I think it is gross. I like tapioca pudding but don’t like frog eye salad.

    I LOVE my mom’s chicken gumbo and can’t recreate it as well as her. I like this post it really got me thinking about my food associations.

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  27. Frog eye salad doesn’t have frog eyes in it! It has little pasta balls and fruit in a whipped creamy sauce. It’s served cold. It’s not my favorite dish, but it’s not too bad!

    Jefrilyns last blog post..Sunday Morning

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  28. I thought the frog eye salad was bad until I realized that two of my Dad’s favorite Southern Indiana dishes were cheese gump and gaum.

    Still, though — frog eyes? Icky. The mouth feel, the word picture… it’s too much!

    Kets last blog post..Such a wordsmith I am

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  31. I might have written this post myself… except “pork burrito” and “Utah” would be replaced with “cheesesteak” and “New Jersey”…

    I agree with Stacie… I’m HUNGRY now!

    Rachaels last blog post..A Perfect Moment

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  42. Any time I go to Eugene – where I went to college, I have a long list of places I must eat. Kowloons, Hodgepodge and The Glenwood.

    I think I should probably go ahead and get in my car now and start driving.

    Rhis last blog post..Friday Bullets

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