Eating dis Order
Predator Press
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“I think you should add some rice,” I say, staring into the bubbling red soup boiling in the monstrous crock pot. “It looks kinda watery for chili.”
Mother still towered over me, and I was about eye-level with her apron tie. “Your father doesn’t like rice,” she replied, stirring. Blowing on a dripping wooden spoon, she brought me down a taste. “What do you think?”
Pinto beans in hot water.
“How about jalapenos?” I suggest.
She pours a bowl. “Your brothers and sisters hate jalapenos.”
“Salt?”
“Nobody eats salt,” she says, bringing the bowl to the table. “Sodium is bad for your health. Now stop complaining and eat. I want this all gone when we get back.”
“Where are you guys going?”
She folds her apron and grabs her car keys.
“We’re going to McDonald’s.”
“I think you should add some rice,” I say, staring into the bubbling red soup boiling in the monstrous crock pot. “It looks kinda watery for chili.”
Mother still towered over me, and I was about eye-level with her apron tie. “Your father doesn’t like rice,” she replied, stirring. Blowing on a dripping wooden spoon, she brought me down a taste. “What do you think?”
Pinto beans in hot water.
“How about jalapenos?” I suggest.
She pours a bowl. “Your brothers and sisters hate jalapenos.”
“Salt?”
“Nobody eats salt,” she says, bringing the bowl to the table. “Sodium is bad for your health. Now stop complaining and eat. I want this all gone when we get back.”
“Where are you guys going?”
She folds her apron and grabs her car keys.
“We’re going to McDonald’s.”
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