Now that the Philo household consists of just me and Hiram, our grocery bills have gone way down. Event though Hiram has a healthy appetite, sometimes, I go two weeks between trips to the supermarket. Pretty nice.
About a month ago, we had company. Hiram’s cousin (our age), his oldest son (Allen’s age) and his youngest son (14) were here for the weekend. The oldest son, a missionary from Siberia (that’s right, Siberia) was on a support-raising tour and spoke at our church on May 17. http://www.youtube.com/user/senttosiberia
The men outnumbered the woman, four to one. Meal after meal, I was astounded by the amount of food needed to satisfy big, strapping, hard-working men. More than once, I was sure I’d over-prepared so much that we’d be eating leftovers for a week. More than once I was wrong. They ate every last bite of almost every meal.
During one lunch, I went to a graduation party. Hiram said they would eat the leftovers that had piled up before their arrival. When I returned, all the leftovers were gone. By the end of the weekend, every bit of every meal was eaten. The bratwurst were gone. The Greek salad was gone. The fruit salad was gone. The strawberry shortcake was gone. The baked oatmeal was gone. The shish-kabobs were gone. The Green Chile bake was gone. The broccoli was gone. The green beans were gone.
I’m not complaining. I’m just amazed at how much guys, especially young, hard-working ones, eat. And I’m wondering if I need to contact the Idaho Family Camp cooks and suggest they increase the amount of food to be prepared and served. Based on my experience with these men, three of whom will be at the camp, they need to know. Then again, they’ve been feeding this crew for years. They probably know already.
Can’t wait to eat with you again, fam. See you in July!
