About 35 years ago I was the best man at the wedding of another Surly poster. It was held in a relatively small town in northern Ohio, where his wife is from. We got up there and it turns out pretty much everybody in her family was enormous. I mean ridiculous. They were farmers and you'd think the physical work would have kept them slim but good lord most of the men, even the younger brothers, were on the order of 350 pounds. The sisters, the cousins --- all of them huge. Tall people, but huge. I was a hard core cyclist who was averaging 40-50 miles a day and could really put away some groceries myself but I was, and still am, skinny. It was a week of celebration, of course, and these people's lives were governed by food, so every morning breakfast would be pancakes and waffles and syrup and bacon and eggs and sausages and hash browns and all of it in staggering quantities. We would all sit there and gorge ourselves at breakfast and I'm thinking "I can't move. I won't be able to eat until dinner, I've had so much." They'd be sitting there picking their teeth with toothpicks and talking about where they wanted to go for lunch. I was thinking "Holy crap ... how can you POSSIBLY be thinking about more food when I just watched you eat four pounds of food in the form of five pancakes, two waffles, eight slices of bacon, a half tube of Jimmy Dean sausages, some eggs, a plate full of hashbrowns etc?" I'm the kind of guy who eats when I'm hungry and that's it. Being there with them really clued me in to how some people's lives revolve completely around eating. I had never understood this before.