I choose this story to tell because it's funny.
Brooke was about 6 or 7 months in..I'd say around October. We were invited to a buddies chicken stew,as the weather was just turning cool, and chicken stews become common around here at that time.
Brooke had never heard of, been to,or tasted chicken stew. One bowl turned into 5 bowls..I mean, she just couldn't get enough. She loved it. She loved it so much that she asked the host's wife for a Tupperware bowl so she could take some home. (I was kind of embarrassed at this point) Well anyways, the woman was more than understanding and hooked Brooke up with a big bowl to go.
Here is where it gets even crazier. Ok,so I mention earlier that chicken stews were common at that time of year. And Brooke was now absolutely addicted to this stuff. She would crave chicken stew all day everyday. So we attended 5 or 6 different stews in the next couple weeks. ( I know alot of contractors that have yearly stews and invite everybody as a party and tax write off) Brooke was bringing her own take out bowls by then..she was becoming a pro.
It only became a real problem when we were riding in the car...I can think of at least 4 times that we'd see alot of cars at someone's house and she would want to check it out to see if they were having chicken stew! 2 of those times..they were in fact chicken stews. Sure we hadn't been invited, but in this small town, you always find someone else you know there and can then easily blend in as if you were invited. I dubbed my wife the chicken stew crashing nazi.
Looking back ,it's quite comical to me..but then...Damn she drove me nuts.