gormandize
[verb gawr-muh n-dahyz; noun gawr-muh n-deez]
1. to eat greedily or ravenously.
2. gourmandise1.
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“So, I’ve got a quick question for you.” Alice said.
Wayne’s eyes moved up to look in her general direction. It was the only acknowledgment she could have
hoped for at that moment. “Do you actually
taste any of that, or is it just disappearing too fast?”
Wayne
swallowed the mouthful of mashed potatoes, gravy and turkey. Alice was glad he did so before he said
anything.
“Sure I
taste it.” He said. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be easting any of this
stuff.”
“Uh
huh.” Alice wasn’t so sure. Given his rate of consumption, she wouldn’t
be surprised if none of the flavors were registering with him at all, no matter
what he said. “So, what, you’re eating
so fast because it tastes bad or something?”
“Pff,
no. It’s all great stuff.”
“So
shouldn’t you savor it a bit more? You
know, slow down a bit and enjoy it more?”
“But
then I wouldn’t be able to eat as much of it.”
Wayne said. He acted as if it was
the most obvious thing in the world. It
just made Alice disgusted that she swam in the same gene pool as him. “Speaking of, I’m gonna get some more
stuff. You want anything?”
“No.” She said flatly.
He still had food on his plate and
yet, he felt the need to get more. It
was just confusing. After watching him,
she almost didn’t want to touch the food that was still on her plate. And yet, she speared a few green beans onto
her fork and ate them at a much slower rate than her cousin would have. He was at least right about everything being delicious. It was still unnerving how fast he ate it all
though, to say nothing of how much he had already eaten.
When Wayne came back, he had an
amount of food on his plate that spoke nothing of the fact that he had taken
two such platefuls already. Without a moment’s
hesitation, he dug in to the heaping mounds of turkey, mashed potatoes,
stuffing, and other assorted Thanksgiving offerings.
“How in the world can you stomach
all that? I mean, you’ve eaten enough
for, like, three or four people already.” Alice asked. Wayne swallowed a large mouthful and
answered.
“Easy. I didn’t eat anything until now. I mean, the whole point of Thanksgiving is to
stuff your face, and I’ve been prepping my stomach for just that all day.”
Alice didn’t really want to mention
that eating was not the point of the holiday, but Wayne had already buried himself
in his plate already. Somehow she didn’t
think he would respond to such statements.
It wasn’t that he wouldn’t hear them, his earlier answers proved
that. It was more that he simply didn’t
care about any other meanings for Thanksgiving other than the massive meal that
it came with.
“Look, are you at least going to
leave some room for dessert?” She
asked. The mention of dessert might at
least get him to slow down a bit.
“Of course I am.” He said.
“No need to worry about that. I
always have enough room for that.” he
said proudly.
“Of course you do.” Alice said through a sigh. She was much more careful in how much she was
eating, and did so at a slow, controlled rate.
Wayne looked up from his plate long enough to see how slowly she was
eating.
“So, uh, Alice, you, uh, you gonna
finish all that?”
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Happy Thanksgiving all! Try not to stuff yourself too much, kay?
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