As crazy as this may sound,


  Nine out ten times, the lesser evil is to throw food away, rather than dispose of it inside you.


Some of you already know this. I didn’t. I suffered from what I called the “Vera Complex¹”: Never, never waste food. Clean your plate.


Not following this rule may be one of the worst things you do!


Yes, for more there’s the DOOR.




   What’s going on here? I’m investigating diet issues, and so far what I’m doing is looking a book that I’ll tell you about in a latter post, not here. So as a good “consumer” of A DOZEN SECONDS, consider the source and circumstances. Verification, usually expressed here, is missing, as well as my sources.

   I started at 194.

   The principle stated above is totally my own². I didn’t copy it. And, to be totally honest, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done (see note 1 below). But with what I know about science and ethics, it makes perfect sense if you stop and think about it.

   Reasons for the problem:

   (1)  See note #1 below.

   (2)  Restaurants serve two or three times more delicious food than most people need.

   (3)  At home, of course, you can plan what lands on your dinner table. And yes, we can all change.

   (4)  While the first 3 bites of a favorite (usually high caloric) food satisfy, in decreasing intensity, the taste buds, a feeling of “full” or “stuffed” goes way past that taste craving. People become full or stuffed for psychological, rather than physiological, reasons. So, analyze yourself.

   The person I’m reading now states, “Eat what you want, but think about it; nobody needs more than three bites of a delicious donut.” I’m sorry, but if that’s true, that’s heavy…

   Oh, and what about the other “one time out of the ten”? I’ve often thought of special foodies (I have a reputation as being overly omnivorous) as kind of jerky though I’ve always tried to keep that to myself along with my pyramiding plate of dinner. Now I don’t want to unnecessarily offend (you know, as a Christian) as I spend time around food with them. Sometimes you have to give in and compromise my new weirdness with food.

   [Here’s a delightful irony: just as I finished typing these words at Panera, a delightful waitress came up and offered me a free warm spinach and egg souffle. “Yes, I said.” It smelled wonderful, but it’s going home wrapped in a napkin to share at the right time later at mealtime with my wife. And I will have 3 bites or it, maybe 4.]


   ¹ Vera was my wonderful, self-giving grandmother. But though she would wink at some of the behavior of her grandchildren, food was precious and not to be wasted. And that was one area in which we grandchildren could easily comply. And for a lifetime, that attitude for me stuck like glue.

   ² Yes, this is original from John Knapp II, so consider the source…and what I may say later.