my dad would be telling me to eat every meal like it's my last supper and my mom would be cooking dinner and tomorrow's breakfast while i was eating today's lunch, so having a "normal" diet was not an option
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Will never forget at age ten eating seconds of meatloaf at Smorga Bob’s buffet while my parents debated the sausage-scramble vs. banana pancake question for next morning’s breakfast. Thankfully the restaurant’s second-hand smoke suppressed the urge to go back for thirds.
That was a fascinating phenomenon most kids of today won't get to experience. I usually waited tables in the Golden Corral smoking section in Raleigh, a heavy smoking city in the 90s, and even though I was pretty resistant to it, church sundays put up WW1-esque toxic clouds
