What is it about free food? I am nearing fifty years old and yet I still get tremendously excited at the prospect of free food. I sort of count down to it. I look on my calendar and like a child waiting for Christmas, I just cannot wait.
I know how to make my own food. I even know how to make it taste good. And I am able to make multiple things at once. I mean I think it tastes good.
Of course, when contemplating free food that is bad for me, there is a lot of bargaining going on. Take pizza for instance. There I am meticulously removing the toppings from the cheese. I spend more effort doing that than I would just making my own sandwich. What is wrong with me?
It's free food. I need to make the best of it. That is what I am telling myself.
Is it because I am lazy? I am, but I don't know if that is it.
I think there is something very pleasant about not having to be involved in the process. Having to decide what to eat can be so burdensome. Can someone else just decide everything for me? Can I just show up and eat? I can arrive without much effort. I can wait in line for a bit, which still sucks, but at least the decisions have all been made for me. And then I do not have to pay for it. All I have to do is smile, say thank you and shovel food into my mouth.
I guess there is something else to it. If the free food is basic hot dogs or McDonald's hamburgers, I suppose I do have to draw the line. I am still human after all. That kind of free food is a bit below the standard. Kind of like a dog waiting at the table for his owner to throw him some scraps.
It's not all free food then. It's more like free food from people who are really good at making food choices. Someone who has made it their job to provide the best possible meal to me and some other possible recipients. I guess we are still talking about Mom...
