/ck/ - Food & Cooking

When I lived with my parents I was too shy to ask for snacks, and they didn't buy anything I really wanted otherwise. If we ever got anything, I didn't want to waste it either, so I'd only have a small bowl each day. As such, I resorted to eating a lot of dry cat food. I'd fill up my shirt like a little pouch and carry a few handfuls up to my room and then munch on that for meals. It kind of tasted like the aftertaste of red wine, but the worst part is that since it amused me so much to be eating, and I was so "hungry," I would chew up the cat-food until it was soggy and pliable, and then spit it out into my hands and mould it into a ball, and take bites out of that.