Bottomless Pit

I remember people teasing my grandfather about being a bottomless pit. He would pile his plate high, food on top of food, and everyone would stand back in amazement. It was fun to go to Morrison's Cafeteria and Duff's and guess what Pappaw would pile on his plate. I have vivid memories of salad bars at Ponderosa near the Barboursville Mall where I would also stand in amazement while watching him cover every visible spot on his plate. When asked how he could pile something like cottage cheese on or near his salad, he would confidently reply "It doesn't matter. It's all going down the same hatch." Once I threw away any public etiquette for show, I eventually adopted his approach to making a plate.

His buddies would said that he could eat anything and not gain an ounce. I remember what might be considered Pappaw's heaviest weight was a slight pooch that puffed out over his pants when he was about 70 or 75. But his heaviest weight only lasted a few years, before old age took the 10 to 20 extra pounds away and he was back to eating everything and anything while remaining a thin bone structure. Seems to me, about the same time he started wearing his suspenders more frequently again, and this time it wasn't for the sharp look, it was to hold up his pants!

Zane seems to be very much like that as well. This kid can eat and eat and eat and still look like a starving child. I think he had 4 or 5 pancakes here, along with eggs and bacon and a couple of glasses of orange juice. I'm not sure where it goes or how far his stomach stretches, but it's amazing to watch.