All You Can Eat
“This is me and my mom, circa 1982. I was an extremely picky eater as a kid and each and every meal was a battle. An all-you-can-eat barbecue restaurant was my worst nightmare (probably my mom’s, too, from the look on her face). The view of my plate is unfortunately blocked by the flower, but I can assure you it was full, with the food expertly pushed around on it to appear half eaten. I don’t think my mom got to enjoy a single meal between 1976 and 1985. ”
(submitted by Mary)