My dad stayed with us for a fortnight over Christmas. He ate us out of house and home. It was Christmas, the house was full of food and I was happy to get into the festive-scoffing spirit, plus my dad was on holiday (lives abroad), so it was all par for the course - but my God the man could eat. It was cooked breakfasts, lunches and dinners with puddings every day, with cheese and biscuits or tea and cake in between. I didn't eat half of what he ate and still had to go on a hardcore diet all through January to shift the lard.
Now my MIL is staying with us from overseas. She expects proper cooked meals three times a day. She is happy to contribute shopping funds and to cook, so I am not griping about that - it's just the sheer volume of food that is being consumed and the amount of time devoted to cooking, eating, clearing away, shopping for food and then doing it all over again. It's crazy.
Are we the only family who quite happily go days and days just having cereal for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch and something quick for dinner? I love my grub, but I have noticed more and more that a lot of people seem to treat eating as some sort of hobby.