When I was growing up, eating dinner was a means to an end. Because after dinner, came dun-dunh-dunhhhhh...
Whether it was a bowl of ice cream eaten whilst curled up on the couch, blanket on lap, book tucked securely in place;
Or a brownie (even better if it was FROSTED);
Or even plain old cookies;
Dessert was a food group in my house.
(It's amazing that I wasn't overweight as a child. Quite the contrary though, I was pretty scrawny. *flashing back to fond memories of a time when my upper thighs didn't touch.*)
For Hubby, on the other hand?
It was all about the meal when he was a child. Dessert was merely an afterthought. (Oh, the blasphemy!)
He's still like that. He finishes his meal and he's DONE for the night.
I find this strange.
Because I? Still loooooove dessert. (And yet dare to wonder why my upper thighs now rub together? Hmmm...)
The boyz are actually a pretty good mix. Dessert for them is kinda "meh". They can take it or leave it. Meaning, if we try to bribe them with dessert? It usually doesn't work.
Like, I said, I find this strange.
(And how many times can I say "dessert" in this post?)
Seriously, I eat my meal THINKING ABOUT what's next. A cookie? A fudgsicle? A bag of popcorn?
Tell me about dessert in your Trenches.