The favorite sin: eat at night
As far as I can see, eating at night is not recommended either by sniffing experts or by the German Nutrition Society. Diet plans, for example, provide breakfast, lunch, and dinner as well as one or another "snack," but somehow you know, without needing to be pronounced: It would not be in the inventor's interest, one or more of these snacks in between At 11pm and 5am, standing, in front of the open refrigerator door.
Even in the circle of friends and family, the preference to eat at night, hushed up or basically found not okay. Hard-to-imagine dialogues: "And did you sleep well?" - "No, I ate." Or, "Honey, are you already asleep?" - "No, I'm still eating."
Too bad, because there are many good reasons to eat at night
First, for fun. You can not sleep, the night stretches out before you like a dark, uneventful corridor. In this situation, it simply gives pleasure to wrest from the night in the form of a roasted honey muesli with vanilla yogurt or in the form of a bar of whole-nut chocolate still a beautiful event; at least better than watching bowling world championships or monster trucks on television.
Second, for comfort. We consumed all the scheduled meals during the day, for my part, including the prescribed five units of fruit and vegetables, so there can be no question of hunger. But the day was, by itself, crappy. We've come home from work late, or from an accidental date, and now there's nothing better than being alone, silently, tearing the long-worn day off with a nice plate of freshly cooked comfort noodles.
Third, just like that. We are adults, nobody can send us to bed without dessert. On the contrary, we can leave the bed at any time and eat dessert, appetizer, main course, a bag of M & M's, the leftovers cold right out of the Tupper's box, the cake for tomorrow's afternoon or all of it in any order. Why not?
That's what makes it so irresistible
Well, we are not hungry at night generally. And actually we should sleep. But that's what makes eating so special when others sleep so irresistibly: at night you have eyes closed, sex or shift or children who are not asleep, everything else is a sparkling border crossing, a sign of cheerful loss of control.
Eating at night is an inexhaustible topic: the superfluous kebab in the morning at half past two while waiting for the night bus; the completely forgotten cultural achievement of the "Betthupferls"; the visit from far away, which one greets very, very late with the words "you are surely hungry!", and all are happy, and one talks and eats, until the birds in the trees in front of the window chirp.
Unbeatable but at night is a cheese stall. The bread must be a bit hard and the cheese cut too thick. Take the cot to bed and eat there. In the dark. And then do not get up again to brush your teeth. To be sure, here is the old saying, which has been handed down to me by Grandma Käthe: "He who never ate his bread in bed does not know how peckers pike."
But a sin would not be a sin if you did not have to pay a small price for it.
