What Mr. Z Eats: Meal 026

9.21.15 Dinner

MR. Z.: Very good dinner, actually. The pasta and the sauce were pretty great, and the soup was good until I saw some chunks of suspicious meat in there*. Not wanting to take any chances and/or have my bowels EXPLODE, I steered clear of it. I felt like I should treat myself to some root beer since I've been drinking tons of milk.

*The Crabbyfamily doesn't eat mammals.

This meal's color palette:

I can't quite make out what that bun-like protuberance is on the opposite side of the bowl but I'm guessing it's either a dinner roll or a hush puppy-esque ball of friedness. Looks like Mr. Z is attempting to pack on some extra pounds for the pending Wisconsin winter with this meal. I'm guessing he inhaled this meal pretty quickly as tonight was the first episode of this season's Survivor. He's a Survivor super-fan and, over the years, we would watch each season as a family. This is his first season watching solo (although we texted throughout the episode). Every year he tries to convince me to make an audition tape to try to be a contestant and each year I say, "Are you fucking kidding me?! That is literally the last thing I'd ever want to do." Then I'd explain that A) I'd be voted out first because everyone on that show is completely unbalanced and I wouldn't be able to put up with any of their irrational bullshit, 2) I'd punch Jeff Probst in the face within the first 20 seconds of the show because he's infuriating and C) I'd drop to about 65 pounds by the second day because I have the metabolism of a gnat and I'd be shitting my brains out from all the coconut juice. If Mr. Z keeps eating like this, though, I think he'd be a prime candidate. If his stomach can hold this crap, he could easily down a handful of live grubs or a bowl of wild boar scrotums, no problem.