You Are What You Eat

If left on her own, my mother in law will consume a diet of bread, cheese, cereal, milk, ice cream, and cookies, with a banana thrown in there once in a while. And yes, there is one train of thought that tells me that at 89, you should be able to eat what you want all the time. However, good sense rules my brain and while I do keep her cookie jar filled and ice cream in the freezer, I try to make sure that at least most of the time she is getting healthy, well balanced meals.

For the most part, the woman will eat anything you put in front of her. She's not partial to anything green unless her grandson prepares it (that's another story for another day), but otherwise, she'll try most anything. Blissfully unaware, she's tried calamari and sushi, and liked them both pretty well.

I'm usually home at lunch time so I can prepare something healthy for her to eat, but some days I just can't be there to feed her. On one of those days recently, I reminded her where the sandwich stuff was and left her some fruit to go with it.

When I returned home, earlier than expected, she had made a sandwich, but had gotten interrupted after only one bite. The sandwich was sitting on her plate. I called my daughter in to get a good look at it. The sandwich consisted of a piece of bread, a piece of cheese on top of the bread, and a chocolate chip cookie on top of the cheese, and one neat little bite taken out of the whole thing!