During my teen years, I was a voracious eater. To this day, I basically can eat anything and not gain weight. I've never counted a calorie in my life, and wouldn't know how to begin. My mother used to serve everyone seconds on the meal, do a "last call," then literally set the skillet in front of me and let me finish what remained. She claimed I had a tapeworm.
My daughter has acquired this tapeworm. I picked up an eight piece pack of fried chicken from the grocery store. If I pair it with homemade mashed potatoes and a salad I count this as "home cooking." When cleaning up dinner, I realized there was nothing left (I had big plans for the leftovers for lunch). My daughter ate FOUR of the eight pieces!!! She must have a tapeworm!
Sounds like my family! I swear they have bottom-less pits for stomachs.
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