The Food Fight

The Food Fight

Food Fights always look fun on the television. Starting with one mad person a chain reaction of food is spread through the whole cafeteria. Kids hiding under the counter with spaghetti on their head throwing eggs at another's face. The whole scene always looks crazy and looks like chaotic fun! As kids we always joked that on the last day of school we would have one and no one would get in trouble because we would be free from the faculty after the day. It was fun to joke around about. I never thought this could really happen though especially where it did to me.

It was a typical dinner at my house one school day. We had all gotten back from school ready to eat some food. We were all starving and right after a very short prayer we dig right in. My mom had made some great spaghetti with some special hamburger sauce. My favorite, especially on a tiring week day after school. We all thought spaghetti would be a perfect dinner. We soon realized this dinner was not the cleanest one we would have.

I start looping my fork around the food when I notice my mom and dad arguing about something. I didn't seem like much so I put my head down and continued eating. The talking got louder to the point I knew that something was the matter. My mom lost her temper and almost teasing through some small broccoli pieces from her plate. My dad countered the nutritious attack by throwing some wet noodles at her. She half smiles trying not to hold back her excitement. At this point I was so shocked and confused I just stood there frozen holding my fork in the air with a spoon full of applesauce.

This little battle turns big fast. My childhood mentors start chucking their spaghetti at each other like it was the new sport. My sister and I, both in shock, stare at each other and decided telepathically that they are angry and we need to leave. We follow our instincts and jolt out of the room.

When this exciting minute or so is over we all look at the kitchen to see the damage. It was the biggest tornado of sauce I had seen in person. There was blood stains of tomato every where. The walls caked with hamburger and applesauce. We stand in amazement waiting who will break the silence. My parents start by bursting out laughing. Nervously we chime in and wonder what was going on.

Apparently this was their strange way of getting over the fight. I can just see the picture of them laughing while they through the food that would paint abstract masterpieces all over our home's walls. It was like punching a pillow, or counting to ten to get your anger out. Only time it was throw food at each other until we are no longer mad.

This experience was fun, but I wish I knew they weren't throwing it to be mean, but in a strange way for fun. If I had know this I defiantly would have changed the picture of the room. Instead of a mess it would have been a disaster. I can myself sitting there looking at my plate realizing what was happening. In the moment I wish I had grabbed some food and joined in on the fight. Then I could say I was in a food fight. I could have also said I cleaned up a giant mess too.