My two older boys teamed up and pooled their money to order pizza for lunch.
The pizza arrives. The youngest takes a bite. Too hot. Puts it down, comes back later. The oldest waits a few minutes. Myself and the middle child dig in, burning our mouths a bit, but ignoring it. My husband isn't home, but it doesn't matter. He waits so long to eat that his food is cold and a bit stale by the time he eats it.
When I was a child, my mom used to put ice cubes in my soup so I could eat it right away. Sometimes I hold my youngest's food out the back door to cool it in the chilly air.
How do you eat your food? Dig in, or wait awhile?
The pizza arrives. The youngest takes a bite. Too hot. Puts it down, comes back later. The oldest waits a few minutes. Myself and the middle child dig in, burning our mouths a bit, but ignoring it. My husband isn't home, but it doesn't matter. He waits so long to eat that his food is cold and a bit stale by the time he eats it.
When I was a child, my mom used to put ice cubes in my soup so I could eat it right away. Sometimes I hold my youngest's food out the back door to cool it in the chilly air.
How do you eat your food? Dig in, or wait awhile?