Mom used to get so perturb at the fact that he was watch HOW much food she put on HER plate and he always had his nose in someone else's plate. I can remember filling my plate up as a kid and Dad would ask if I was going to eat ALL that.
One has to laugh now at observing him in his later years as to just how much that food means to him.
When the Dr's in Indianapolis suggested that he have a stomach tube after a gall bladder surgery I didn't even hesitate in replying to that idea. Ain't no way my Dad is ever going to go for that. He lives to eat. He doesn't eat to live.
And if you have been following this blog you will know that he would rather die choking to death on popcorn than ever be full with a stomach tube.
So as the story goes he loves food. So much that it is pretty much the only thing he stays awake for these days.
Example...
Sunday morning we get him up for church. We take turns around here getting him washed up, teeth in, shaved, dressed, morning pills and correct attire for the weather. Usually it's Rod and me trading off while we both get ready but Corey helps with it all now and then. {IF he is up and ready himself} So out the door we go....Dad gets seated and it is almost instantly he closes him eyes in the car on that LONG 2.5 mile trip to the church. Then his eyes are open and he walks all the way to the sanctuary with his walker and usually unassisted. It's a stretch too so he does good. By the time he reaches the seat his eyes are ready to shut....he sleeps through most of the service, leaning one way or the other and drooling on his shirt unless I manage to sneak a Kleenex under his chin until I wake him for communion. Then he closes his eyes again until the prayers are done and we are dismissed and it's time to mosey on down the isle out to the car.
Once in the car, his eyes are closed UNTIL we reached Egg It On, the place for brunch! Oh his eyes are so wide open even for the 15-20 minute wait until we get a table. NOT ONCE has he complained about the wait either....his eyes are open the ENTIRE time we sit at the table....he eats every scrap of food, cleans the plate, used up about 4 giant thick napkins, drank a couple cups of sweet tea or ice water with lemon. Then he announces he is full and ready to go....yep, you guessed it....once out in the car, he is asleep all the way home until Rod opens the door and helps this poor old man to the inside of the house and to the couch....and he is asleep for the REST of the ENTIRE afternoon.
Dad says I exaggerate...but I don't have to. He eats as much as his 19 year old Grandson who can eat just about anything in no time.
Here's a photo to prove it. He eats all that and more at times.
