Bread Pizza Cups & My Father's Food Predictions 😄
Bread Pizza Cups. You know what these little bread pizza cups remind me of? My father and his complete lack of faith in my food calculations. 😄 Now, to be fair, I don't blame him. Because if there is one thing that has remained consistent from my childhood till today, it is my ability to dramatically overestimate how much I can eat. I still do it. Even today, if you ask me what I feel like eating, I will confidently point at three things on the menu. In my head, I am absolutely convinced that I can finish all of them. Then the food arrives, I take a few happy bites, and suddenly I am full. Not slightly full. Completely full. The kind of full where even looking at the remaining food feels like a responsibility. ðŸ˜ðŸ˜‚ Maybe that is why, when I go out alone, I am very careful while ordering. Not because I don't want the food. I want all of it. The problem is that my eyes and my stomach have never been on the same team. If I am with family, friends, or my husband, I become brave....