I am not iron, not everything can be food

In my home, weekends have become a gastronomic battleground for some time now. You can think that they are in competition, to see who brings the most succulent street food, in which I always go out with the tables on my head being on a diet.

I can't help but thank God for this great blessing, but, what a joke that there is never a but. When we go for Thursday of each week I start to see how they begin to bring dishes to the house, the phrase: "that won't hurt your mother-in-law", that's how it is, the one who starts; is my son-in-law. From the beginning he tells me that it is so that I don't cook and can rest, I must confess that I don't want to rest anymore, that is my immediate response.

At this moment that I am writing, we have just arrived, we went out to eat an executive menu, it costs 5$, this cost of rice, beef (asado), slices, shredded salad, belly soup (mondongo) and a glass of water of papelón with lemon.

Then we took a detour to buy diapers and ate some ice cream, they are very economical, they cost 1$ each barquilla. I love to go out with the family, but they only think about food, we have no other topic of conversation.

Is it the same for you guys when the weekend comes around?

I promise not to eat anything for dinner...I will keep you informed

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