"Child, eat that !? The Worst Parents Faux pas in the world
"Nah, so that's the way it goes, but that's too bad then," says my mother and reluctantly stuffs the last piece of cake in her mouth. I listen to this wisdom now since I can hold a spoon in my hand and probably before the last spoonful of porridge was still hballed in hysterically, even if I was no longer hungry. So that the rest does not come for heaven's sake? I sincerely hope that at least once in a while I will have to pick her up to take a precautionary revenge on this lousy, internalized ideal of a ratzeputzblanken plate without leftovers. Because nothing has ever screwed me up like this groundless ideal.
Your hip and the toilet are no better than the garbage
Do not get me wrong, I find it terrible when people shovel huge mountains of buffets on the plate, then throw away half and get something new. No question, this is really not a way. But if you are now paper-thin, has miscalculated a bit or grandma obvious? Five kilos? understood when you? a little bit? said, then it just does not make sense for me to eat. This does not help the children who have nothing to eat, nor does it help the cake piece. If I were a cake, I'd rather die in dignity in a dustbin than to become bacon roll number fourteen for life. Nothing against bacon role number fourteen, but me opens up the sense of the must-do-away-gluttony not. Fun gluttony is great, no question. But only really, if it's fun. Just explain to a leftover panic like my mother that her hip is no better than the residual waste. Admittedly, it sounds only so semi-charming.
The causal chain is limping
It is so logical. If we eat less, we will have to cook less, buy less, buy higher quality, fair trade products for the same money, milk from happier cows and vegetables that may provide two worms but no chemical nuggets. But that would be too intelligent. Satisfied, when the plate is empty. Or the pot. Or the fridge. Otherwise the weather will be bad. I believe. Have never tried it, because nothing is as sustainable as bad education. Oh mom, you've really screwed me up ... and as always I have to spoon out the soup now. Without leftovers. Honor.
