LOLOLOLOL!
A perfect recipe for the subject that shall remain nameless for the week. My better half thought my resupplying(the bank account) was the best source for her shopping. She was not pleased when I explained it had more to do with women pick berries and while men hunt.

Did'nt I see something like this in the Caine Mutiny Capt. Queeg?

Captain Queeg: Ahh, but the strawberries that's... that's where I had them. They laughed at me and made jokes but I proved beyond the shadow of a doubt and with... geometric logic... that a duplicate key to the wardroom icebox DID exist, and I'd have produced that key if they hadn't of pulled the Caine out of action. I, I, I know now they were only trying to protect some fellow officers...

An eroder is preferable to an ice-cream miner, who will dig down the side to tap the rich vein of add-ons, like cookie fragments or caramel. That violates the rules. You take what the scoop yields.

Ah. You must have had my older sister as a house guest. She can calculate the calories on anyone's plate within 3% of accuracy, throws a fit about the food on your plate, and her plate, then moans and groans about her "thighs." But she picks through the refrigerator during the night.

Oh, that was so funny. I had to laugh out loud!! Thank you.

Better the ice cream than the liquor cabinet.

Socio-rexics.

Funny! My teenaged boy is our food eroder. Grew eight inches in 18 months and everything goes. I have tried buying tons of snacks and hiding anything special behind the (hated) vegetables, but it barely slows him down. Go to make a quick cold Chinese noodles w peanut sauce after work with the leftover pasta & chicken from the night before....gone. Quick change of menu. Or grill twice the veggies and steak on the grill for dinner one night and a quick salad the next night's dinner, only to find that it all became a midnight snack for him.

I'm impressed by the discipline of keeping ice cream untouched for three weeks, tho. There, I couldn't blame the kid.

Teenaged boys are bottomless pits. My husband apparently "won" the calorie load at his high school, to the point where everybody looked at him in disbelief. "You eat how much?" He didn't remember the number but I said, "Michael Phelps diet?" and he laughed yes.

I'm dreading the time when my son hits puberty. We're going to go broke in two years...

"I'm dreading the time when my son hits puberty. We're going to go broke in two years..."

Had my nephew over a few times when he was still in his teens. Prodigious does not begin to describe his appetite. I'm a lifelong bachelor who's used to cooking for one, or sometimes two, but making family-sized meals was a new one for me. I gave up after a week or so and just went the restaurant (all you can eat salad bar!) or delivery route. It was easier to take the hit in my bank account than my fridge. Man, that kid could eat!

I've hosted the liquor cabinet eroder on a couple of occasions. To find your favorite single malt down to the dregs (and the rotgut untouched) could be a cause for justifiable homicide, but I didn't care to find out for sure. I thought about it, though.

Whassa matter, you don't like ice cream? A pint to make TWO sundaes? That's about half a regulation-size sundae at my house.

You didn't mention 'the sliverer'. My Mom is convinced that three one inch slivers of pie (or cake or brownies) has fewer total calories than a single three inch piece. Then there is 'the grazer'. That's my Dad. A nutritionist by trade, he extols the virtues of a balanced diet for everyone but himself. He spends the day grazing on cookies and chips, then has no appetite when mealtime comes around.

I was having a pretty cr@ppy day today till I just read your story...very funny, thank you.

My favorite food eroder has her own style. She eats straight down the middle. A thin layer of ice cream, sherbet, pudding, peanut butter etc down the sides of the container, and a hollow core to the bottom.

I know what you mean. The food eroder above recently "discovered" a new jam jar anomaly. When interrogated as to why there were two whole inches missing from the new cherry preserves jar, eroder claimed there was an unseen "sinkhole" just under the surface of the new jar that caused the shocking subsidence.

I will confess, I am a sliverer myself. Oh, I eat a regular slice of cake first. Then later I take, um, not seconds, but, just a little sliver. And then another little sliver, just to even up the edge. Sometimes the edge needs evening up just a bit more. I am always surprised when the cake gets smaller after this--it was only slivers!

Ah yes, the snacking death of a thousand cuts.
Have you ever discovered a jelly doughnut with no jelly in it? I have.
(I always wondered why we had to have drinking straws when nobody uses them.)

I live with a food eroder. He'll leave three teaspoons of ice cream at the bottom of the tub, five almonds in the can, a swallow of wine in the bottle.

It drives me out of mind. Just eat it all, proclaim that we're out and be done with it - you aren't doing anyone a favor by leaving that tease taste behind.

($68 bucks!! I'm so in a state of pure envy over your tiny outlay)

Pie for breakfast? That's my kind of guy!

Better the ice cream than the liquor cabinet.
Posted by: Gypsy at September 19, 2009 7:10 PM

Interesting question. If a guest leaves your house in an inebriated state you could have legal problems if they are then involved in a accident.
So when will the nations lawyers start suing to recover the resulting costs of health clubs, larger size wardrobe purchases and tummy tucks?

As for the liquor, the wine and beer are made open and available, the single barrel bourbon and the single malt scotch is in the solid oak cabinet. Locked. Like the gun safe.

Horsewhip the bastard. Only way he'll learn.

I had the devouring horde. Five kids and two grandkids living at home. I could not carry enough gallons of milk to make it two days. Cereal boxes gone in a breakfast, loaf of bread gone in a sandwich fest, cookies-- well open the pack and its gone. I remember two yes two of the hummer sized grocery carts filled to the brim and the underneath rack packed also. The daisy chain of humans when I arrived home and yelled out "groceries". All hands on deck to carry in the foodstuffs and then filling the pantry and cupboards to overflowing, knowing that next week a repeat would ensue. Don't even ask about the bill, I could have owned a porsche for what I spent on food, but I wouldn't change a thing. As for the "3 week" ice cream, ha, the best I could hope for was 3 day ice cream and only if it was mushroom/cabbage flavor.

Yeah, but tripletap, think of the work force you have under your roof. Can any of them shoot?

Also, Cheez Whiz and Spam can be bought in case lots, haw haw.

Last week, I added a case of Cheese Wiz to my Yellowstone Caldera Survival Larder already stocked with cases of Saltines, Spam, beans, rice and water. I pulled a can of Spam, a jar of Wiz and a tube of Saltines for survival training exercises. My report follows: The fried Spam was as delicious as it has ever been, however the Cheese Wiz was shockingly disappointing. Post-training research lead to the discovery that Kraft has “kraftily” removed every trace of real cheese from its Wiz. I’m not saying skip the Wiz, just proceed with caution.

Shopping cart?
We restock with a forklift.

You guys are doing something wrong, talking about supplying food for visitors and family members.
Got that backwards. Others are required to bring food when they visit us.

My clan, for generations now, has always traveled with three days food and water .
Essential to any male member and female members are encouraged to be equipped thusly: knife, firearm, lighter, spoon in boot.

My clan does not play. When they like you they stare at you with cold, mean, dead expressions.
When they don't like you they just get up and leave without saying a word. Very dpjk.
That’s Don’t Play, Just Kill.

I lovingly made a double portion of stuffed manicotti. I planned on the leftovers for the next night.
What I didn't plan on was my brother.
"How could you eat a full tray of manicotti?"
"First I had one bite, than the next and than the next".

"It was as if somebody had gone back and forth over the ice cream with a teaspoon like a lawn mower."

Hahahahaha! So funny! What gets me is the person who eats all the good stuff in the ice cream and who then leaves about 1/4 cup in the bottom and doesn't touch the rest, letting it ice over into uselessness.

Anybody who gets between me and food is considered guilty of attempted murder.