Does a Vegan Eat Ice Cream...??? ;)
All bets are off at my Mom's house. Husband and I went last week to spend a few days. My mom is in her seventies and still kind of beautiful.
But I always know what comes first. First is a not-to-be-rushed tour of the food. Because my husband and I are vegetarians (mostly vegan), mom likes to point out what she has bought for us. Unfortunately that can of chile beans also has meat in it, but we smile as we know how to get about, and it's very kind of her to try.
But there is no stopping her. She is on crutches, and she takes us through every cupboard and the two freezers, and the fridge and her hidden stashes. Pointing out each thing at least three times. We do all of that practically before we put our bags down, or go to the bathroom.
Over the years, Mom has taken to hoarding food--particularly candy and ice cream. Oh, yes, and there were two pies and two cakes also bought that day for us. (not really for us, but it was a good excuse for her). I think this is not uncommon as people get older. Sweets are like lovers.
At my mom's, I throw my hands up and temporarily give up veganism. Yeah, we bring in our soy milk and our tofu. But I allow myself access to her ice cream.
Mom can't go to the store without coming back with at least 3 more cartons of ice cream. Seriously, there are cartons of ice cream stashed all throughout her big stand-up freezer, and also in the refrigerator freezer. I end of testing them all--we re-bond together eating peanut butter panic or chocolate mudslide or mocha cookie cream or pumpkin flavor delight. Whatever. I spend much of my time with her taking her to grocery stores (because she loves it), and sitting on her bed watching TV with her and eating ice cream.
It used to slightly frustrate me--but now we just go with the flow. The first day there the big event was to go to the big Halloween candy sale at the local groceries. My husband was instructed to go early to make sure some of the brands were not sold out. Later, when I took her, I swear she bought 15 backs of all of these mini chocolate bars. then she stashes them away in her drawers.
Back to Ice Cream. This is ice cream conversation
Mom: Honey, I think I'd like a second bowl.
me: What kind mom?
Mom: Anything will do. Anything. Just a little.
She has already had peanut butter panick so I get her a bowl of mudslide. I know she doesn't mean "a little", so I pile on a lot--knowing that behind my back my mother complains to my sister that I never give her enough.
I proudly bring it to her--who could not like a huge pile of chocolate with ribbons of chippy chocolate thingys threaded throughout (see why I let myself go?) I offer it to her, but her shoulders slump, and she sighs. I've obviously got it wrong.
Me: You don't like this kind?
Mom: Not right now
Me. So you meant any kind except this kind
Mom: Yes. (I start to leave). any kind except mudslike....... and the cherry cheesecake --not that!! OR also not he sherbert types!!!.........oh!!!! I don't want anything with nuts!!!
I come back with the carton of cookies and cream and show that to her. She shakes her head.
Me: So mom, really, anything won't really do, right? What you really want is exactly what you the first time. (nods happily) (and me I go fetch the peanut butter panick)
Does anyone else get this food fetish thing with their parents as they get older? Mom is sophisticated and artistic.
And I'm so glad that simple things are making her happy. It's not particularly healthy, but I'm beyond being able to control any of that. Id rather have her being able to find happiness in small things, than being gloomy and depressed. But honestly--it becomes comical.
Myself? I come home probably pounds heavier and totally done with any craving for dairy I might have been harboring. The first part isn't so good, but the second...not so bad? Until next time, I'm sure.
But I always know what comes first. First is a not-to-be-rushed tour of the food. Because my husband and I are vegetarians (mostly vegan), mom likes to point out what she has bought for us. Unfortunately that can of chile beans also has meat in it, but we smile as we know how to get about, and it's very kind of her to try.
But there is no stopping her. She is on crutches, and she takes us through every cupboard and the two freezers, and the fridge and her hidden stashes. Pointing out each thing at least three times. We do all of that practically before we put our bags down, or go to the bathroom.
Over the years, Mom has taken to hoarding food--particularly candy and ice cream. Oh, yes, and there were two pies and two cakes also bought that day for us. (not really for us, but it was a good excuse for her). I think this is not uncommon as people get older. Sweets are like lovers.
At my mom's, I throw my hands up and temporarily give up veganism. Yeah, we bring in our soy milk and our tofu. But I allow myself access to her ice cream.
Mom can't go to the store without coming back with at least 3 more cartons of ice cream. Seriously, there are cartons of ice cream stashed all throughout her big stand-up freezer, and also in the refrigerator freezer. I end of testing them all--we re-bond together eating peanut butter panic or chocolate mudslide or mocha cookie cream or pumpkin flavor delight. Whatever. I spend much of my time with her taking her to grocery stores (because she loves it), and sitting on her bed watching TV with her and eating ice cream.
It used to slightly frustrate me--but now we just go with the flow. The first day there the big event was to go to the big Halloween candy sale at the local groceries. My husband was instructed to go early to make sure some of the brands were not sold out. Later, when I took her, I swear she bought 15 backs of all of these mini chocolate bars. then she stashes them away in her drawers.
Back to Ice Cream. This is ice cream conversation
Mom: Honey, I think I'd like a second bowl.
me: What kind mom?
Mom: Anything will do. Anything. Just a little.
She has already had peanut butter panick so I get her a bowl of mudslide. I know she doesn't mean "a little", so I pile on a lot--knowing that behind my back my mother complains to my sister that I never give her enough.
I proudly bring it to her--who could not like a huge pile of chocolate with ribbons of chippy chocolate thingys threaded throughout (see why I let myself go?) I offer it to her, but her shoulders slump, and she sighs. I've obviously got it wrong.
Me: You don't like this kind?
Mom: Not right now
Me. So you meant any kind except this kind
Mom: Yes. (I start to leave). any kind except mudslike....... and the cherry cheesecake --not that!! OR also not he sherbert types!!!.........oh!!!! I don't want anything with nuts!!!
I come back with the carton of cookies and cream and show that to her. She shakes her head.
Me: So mom, really, anything won't really do, right? What you really want is exactly what you the first time. (nods happily) (and me I go fetch the peanut butter panick)
Does anyone else get this food fetish thing with their parents as they get older? Mom is sophisticated and artistic.
And I'm so glad that simple things are making her happy. It's not particularly healthy, but I'm beyond being able to control any of that. Id rather have her being able to find happiness in small things, than being gloomy and depressed. But honestly--it becomes comical.
Myself? I come home probably pounds heavier and totally done with any craving for dairy I might have been harboring. The first part isn't so good, but the second...not so bad? Until next time, I'm sure.