Food Nazi

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The food Nazi has returned. It may actually be incorrect to say returned, maybe she never left, but she is definitely in full force.

I am terribly aware of my food. I love indulging in a special treat, and it's not what you may assume. Oh no, it's generally not sweets. My special treats could be anything from a dill Havarti cheese, a steakhouse potato salad from the deli or a beautiful Pink Lady apple, just to name a few. Lord help the person, ie Tony, who consumes the last of my food without at least confirming my consent.

When I lived at home, they were my leftovers. If I made a meal, I wanted to be able to open the fridge and eat what remained. Let's be honest here, more often than not, it was macaroni and cheese. My brothers however, they didn't play by these rules. It was simply if there was food in the kitchen, including fridge, they ate it. No questions asked. I think this was the beginning of my food Nazish ways.

It continued in college. Some of my roommates placed the blame squarely on me for choosing to abstain from labeling my food, while they diligently sharpied everything with their names: Nadia, Kat, Cassie, Drea. My food was the food without a label and I quickly learned that without a name it was deemed communal food. What I never understood was their willingness to eat something they could easily deduce wasn't theirs, especially if all four of them were eating it [!], as they didn't purchase it. They always argued, how were they to know, it wasn't labeled! Weak sauce. Very weak.

And oh marriage. Marriage, so it continues. You would think Tony would know, with 4 years of marriage and one pregnancy under his belt, to not finish off any food that I may have eaten at one point and may wish to eat again, and yet it continues.

And so the food Nazi returns.

13 comments:

Marie said...

haha this reminds me of growing up with my brother...sometimes I would hide the food in the freezer or pantry or whatever because I knew he would eat it all! Clearly, that is MY ice cream bar. :-)

Lauren said...

lol...love it! I am not a happy camper when my last "cookie" magically disappears!

d.a.r. said...

What really frosts my cookies is pizza. We order pizza. I eat two slices, he eats four. Therefore, I have two slices leftover and he has none. Those slices are MINE. I chose to not shove them all in my mouth at once and to instead allocate them over two meals. Just because I am not a human garbage disposal does not mean that they magically become "communal" pizza overnight. Oh that irks me, haha.
So, is this just going to totally get worse when I am preggers??? Yikes. My poor husband. We may just have to start ordering two pizzas, haha!

Kristal said...

You have no idea how well I relate to this post. I'm terribly stingy with MY food. If Chad drinks the last of the cranberry juice, it's on. Both my mom and Chad have remarked on how surprised they are that I share so willingly with Isaac because I'm certainly not one to hand my food over, haha.

Meredith said...

Oh yes, I totally understand. This is what really gets my goat--I've been trying to be good with portion sizes, so I'll actually measure out the correct portion size when I'm having treats or snack foods.

Invariably, Justin will then come along and stuff half of my apple and cheese that I just measured out in his mouth! SO IRRITATING. He keeps trying to convince me that I should be thankful because it means that I'm not eating those calories that I budgeted, but I am not thankful at all!

Mrs. Yellow Ribbon said...

My family does the same thing. And not just with leftovers. I always label my food. And I learned very quickly that just putting my name didn't do the trick. But tack on a little threat, and it works like a charm ;-)

Julie S. said...

I totally get this. And the food Nazi is not one to be messed with!

Megan said...

One of my {six} roommates used to constantly drink my milk, no matter if it was labeled or not. One day, to teach her a lesson, I dumped all the skim milk into a container, and filled up the SKIM milk jug with whole milk. Yep, she started drinking it one day and about threw up... never did it again!

Faith said...

What gets me is leftovers from restaurants. Leftovers from food that I made at home for the two of us is fair game. Food that I ordered while eating out is MINE.

MelissaOK said...

I so get this! I'm so possesive over my food. Partly blame the only child in me, but the other part is my roommate in college. Once she ate an entire tub of margarine I bought in a week. Another time, I bought a box of rice that I planned to use for meals over the next week or two and she ate the ENTIRE box in ONE DAY. ONE DAY!!!! I ended up hiding all my non pershibles in my room instead of storing them in the pantry like normal people do.

L.C.T. said...

I'm sure this wasn't intended to make me giggle, but it did anyway :)

DianeTaylor said...

I agree! What is it with men and leftover food? I want to set up a system that deals with food nazis - we even have them here at work. Seriously people - stealing lunches from the fridge? Opening my lunch, taking a BITE of my leftover pizza, them wrapping it up and putting it BACK????? I have mnore horror stories like this - just crazy!

Karen said...

Pregnant or not I hide food from my husband. It's mine and he isn't allowed to see it let alone have it. Totally understand where you are coming from.

 

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