A is a skinny dude. He worked construction for ages, but even after years riding a desk he's still all muscle and zero fat. He's one of those guys who can't gain weight, no matter how hard he may try. He's more likely to get sick if he over-indulges (well, over-over-indulges since he needs to consume a ridiculous volume of calories and fat in order to survive). So it has occurred to us that B's medical history probably just exacerbated a natural skinniness.
I, on the other hand, have a fabulously efficient digestive system. If I eat around 1,500 calories and run 5 miles a day, I can maintain a healthy weight. Anything else means I go pear-shaped, fast and ugly. You know, like, now. It doesn't help my situation that I'm a really good cook. Really good. And I have a sweet tooth. My normal strategy is to cook a lot, keep a single serving and then give away the rest to grateful friends and neighbors. Tough to maintain a temptation-free environment when your two roommates need to mainline heavy cream 24/7.
At this moment I am prepping mashed potatoes, which will have a pint or two of heavy cream, a stick of butter, and a fair amount of melted cheese. Our fridge is full of bacon, chorizo, juice, ice cream, a 5 lb brick of cream cheese, and nut butters galore. Next to all these things, a huge tub of spinach for me.
Sigh. I see twenty long years ahead of cooking delicious things for the guys while I chow down on salad and run like a racehorse.
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My mom had this situation when my dad was struggling with Parkinson's. He couldn't digest stuff, so everything my mom made was full fat cream, butter, etc. etc. She made creme caramel every week for at least 6 months - I don't think she could even look at one now!
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