Bite Me.

Grandma loves to save leftovers, but she hates to eat them.

Right now we have what remains of at least two full meals as well as several tupperware containers of incidental salads and pieces of fruit.  Grandma glories in the virtue of saving the leftovers, but clearly does not enjoy eating them herself; every time we re-serve something she eats less and less of it.  While this strategy could be an attempt to save more longer, I believe that Grandma's ick factor is finally beginning to shine through.

You'd think that this would be a two way street: Grandma is icked out, I'm icked out, and so the ickiness gets tossed.  That is not the case.  Evidently all ickiness is NOT created equal.   Not only is Grandma's ick factor more important, it is also more deserving of accommodation.  She accommodates herself by nagging ME.  Of course!  She won't touch the weeks old Jell-O salad, and despite the fact that I haven't eaten so much as a spoonful, she feels justified to remind me it's there, and it's delicious, and it's just waiting for me to finish it (even though she's picked out all the fruit pieces!)

Grandma doesn't like to spend unnecessary money any time, but she is especially particular when it comes down to groceries.  For whatever reason money on food is her major issue.  The other day I heard her say of a furnace filter "ten dollars more or less, it isn't worth the time, just go to Home Depot and get back!" She could care less about the filter OR the ten bucks: out of sight out of mind.  The fridge is different.  She can SEE it all (even the stuck-in-the-back stuff!) and it bothers her.

I think she thinks of food as being inherently wasteful; why spend money on it if it's all going to the same place, anyway?  So it's a vicious cycle.  Her warped economics and her warped diet feeding each other and nourishing no one.