At the rate my kids eat yogurt, I’ve seriously considered buying a dairy cow, but the zoning bylaws are touchy about in-town farm animals. Instead, I’ve cleared a fridge shelf and keep it stocked so the kids can grab and go when hunger strikes, which is all the time.
We’ve all crossed paths with hangry people and it isn’t pretty. I’m not sure how it happened, but the people I love most are also the scariest when they’re hungry.
Because I’m so familiar with the hangry phenomenon, I’ve reached Expert Level status when it comes to taming the ogres who barge through the door at the end of the day, ready to tackle anyone who comes between them and the fridge because they "forgot" to eat lunch. There’s nothing like geography or multiplication to make a person want to eat and eat.