Pass Everything On The Table

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Apologies.” What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?

My one guilty pleasure that I no longer feel guilty about, eating the remaining food from the serving dishes after meals.
It has possibly turned into a habit, hence the lack of guilt. I was raised to never waste food. We are in a apartment now, no longer have outside cats or a dog, just woff, wolf.

Most food can be recycled into some very good leftovers with very little imagination, the main idea is to save money. So when we are done eating any meal, if there is some food left on the table and it’s a very small portion I will manage to put it into my stomach. If it is a very large portion it will be tomorrow’s leftovers or possibly the next days, many foods especially the pasta dishes seem to have a better taste the second or third day.

There was a time when I thought I had abbs, I surely didn’t want any extra weight on my stomach then, that would have caused guilt like sin. In those years I would have searched for an apology for putting extra fuel in the boiler. After you reach a certain age outward appearances move a little farther down on the list of priorities. The images of my abbs have faded, like a street corner tattoo. I guess my guilty pleasure of eating what is left on the serving dishes will continue unabated, with “no apologies.”

When I was a young man my stomach muscles were hard as a rock from working all day. Charles Atlas came along and told everyone about abbs and how to go about getting them. That way when you went to the beach the guys wouldn’t dare kick sand your face and all the girls would look, only at you. If you didn’t have huge abbs, or wanted to work hard to get them, there was another way to make the girls look. You could put a potato in your bikini trunks, IN THE FRONT, not the back like one fellow did. Have to always read, all of the instructions.

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