WordPress.com asked, “Would you ever throw food?” To which I resoundingly respond, “HECK YES!” And I already have, multiple times.
In high school my friend and I got into food fights during church youth activities whenever food was available. We would chase each other through the halls of the church building or through the parking lot covered in cranberries, ice cream, marker (not technically food, but still messy), or frosting, stopping only to rub it in each other’s ears/hair/faces. I’d like to take this moment to apologize to our “Young Women” leaders who were probably exasperated beyond words with our unruly behavior.
As an adult I haven’t matured much. I have gotten into numerous food fights with my sisters involving pizza sauce, frosting (again, with the frosting), whipped cream, and Martinelli’s just to name a few. Although the Martinelli’s was more of a prank of which I was on the receiving end.
As a leader at a church youth girl’s camp, I even got into a food fight with my mom and a young woman sitting across the dining hall from us. But I swear to you: my mom started it! Don’t worry, in each of these instances I have cleaned up the mess. It’s my policy. I may be immature, but I am not completely irresponsible.
Although, as much as my kids would love it, I haven’t gotten into a food fight with them. Probably because at their age the food would not only be on the people, but the floor, the walls and the ceiling. But it’s bound to happen sometime. Maybe when they’re older and can show a LITTLE restraint. Another time I didn’t get into it with food was at my wedding. We played nice and demurely fed each other cake without any frosting-smearing incidents. My husband is not the food-fighting type, which is good. Otherwise we’d never be clean again.
Why throw food? It’s fun! There’s nothing quite like getting good and messy. And getting someone else messy is even better! If you have never done this (is there anyone who hasn’t?) I highly recommend it, it’s very liberating. In fact, if you need a volunteer, I’d be happy to throw food at you. Just give me a good pie in the face (or spaghetti sauce in the ear-true story) and it’ll all be downhill from there.