Nabbalicious said something the other day that sparked a memory. She's having a party and is agonizing over it. Her latest nightmare is that there won't be enough food. I told her that I always feel the same way and end up with way too much food. I think it's genetic for me... my mom does the same thing. And when I was little and would go on school fieldtrips, she would pack so much food for me to take "in case someone forgets theirs!" But I don't think anyone ever forgot theirs. I remember once, in maybe 2nd grade, my class went to D.C. There we were, a bunch of 10-year-olds running around on the Mall. I don't think I ate much of my lunch, which may or may not have consisted of a HUGE brown grocery bag full of peanut-butter crackers. The old-school kind. She must have used a whole box of saltines and slathered a whole jar of peanut butter on them to make little sandwiches. I'm sure I also had a sandwich or something. (Probably bologna and Borden cheese, right ma? Hahaha.) But my memory of the paper bag full of crackers is very clear. And we didn't have a lot of money, but I remember mom being very concerned about that poor(er) hypothetical child who had no lunch. Where was I? Oh yes. Running on the Mall. I think that was my first encounter with homeless people. I'd left my sack o' crackers on a bench. When we were getting ready to leave, I remember looking over at the bench where I left my bag and seeing a man slide down the bench to where my bag was. And he started eating those crackers. I knew they were better off with him. So I left them with that man. And my mom fed the hungry after all.