Food, Food, and More Food

Food, Food, and More Food

One of my fondest food memories is with my grandpa. Every time my grandparents would come to visit us my grandpa and I would go to Krispy Kreme and get doughnuts every morning for everybody. After we returned from the driving around we would both sit down and  watch football while eating and he would sit there drinking coffee while I was next to him drinking chocolate milk. He would then give me lectures and tell me stories.

                Another food memory that I have from my grandpa is one of us getting in trouble on a daily basis. My grandpa and I both loved food and we always seemed to be eating. And on occasions we would steal from the kitchen when my mom and grandma was cooking diner. But it never failed for us to get in trouble since according to my grandma we were “spoiling our appetites”. But the thing that we always got yelled at the most for was when we would come back from the store with McDonalds when we were set to eat diner in an hour. But my grandpa would always make a good excuse up to calm my grandma down.

I’ve really never been a picky eater there only a few foods that I don’t like, like mushrooms, mustard, olives, and that’s pretty much it, oh and coffee. But I’m always trying new things and I rarely turn food down. When I went to Costa Rica I tried all kinds of different foods that I couldn’t get at home in the states and almost everything that I tried I enjoyed plus all of the fresh fruit that I ate was amazing I wish that I could be back there right now just to get some of the fruit.