Sharing Food With Husband. In Public.
ByHusband and I like to eat. Often. And, well. You might even say our appetites have a ring through our noses. We go where it tells us to go.
Lately, we’ve been hanging a bit with another cool couple who love to dine as much as we do. And, thanks to them, we’ve discovered some great new restaurants. But, apparently, we are dining “amateurs.”
Our friends were slightly dismayed when (twice now), Husband and I have ordered the same items off the menu. I have always figured, hey, whatever rocks your appetite. You want the salmon. You order the salmon.
But, our friends pointed out that doing so could be quite limiting. To the palate, anyway. I mean, how are you going to share otherwise? Rumor has is that sharing is part of the dining experience when you are a couple.
On Sunday, we met our friends for brunch at Zinc, a Charlottesville restaurant. And, we did what we tend to do – go for the same items.
But, our friends asked, are you sure you want to do that? So, we decided to go crazy. Husband got the banana and nutella crepe and I got the Eggs Benedict, with strict instructions to share.
Of course, we discovered, we are sharing proletarians, too. We asked for side plates to put the other’s “portion” on them. (Our friends actually switch plates.)
But, I wasn’t too sure about handing over my whole plate. For one, what if Husband doesn’t give it up when I want it back? And, two, does that mean he gets a little bit of everything on the plate? I mean, there were hash browns at stake here.
So, not to take too much risk on a Sunday morning, Husband got his own side order of potatoes.
See? friends noted, It’s all in how you order!
Baby steps, I reminded them. Baby steps.
(Do you share your food with your significant other? Do share, er, tell.)
2 Comments
June 23rd, 2009 at 1:07 pm
When in the first flush of new late in life love, my husband and I dined at the Downtown Grille. Foolish waiter put us on opposite sides of the table. When he returned we were on the same side. When the food came, we fed each other. I will never forget it. And I guess neither will they.
August 23rd, 2009 at 2:42 pm
We share, not only between husband and wife, but among the whole family…we pass forks back and forth, we place food on each other’s plates, we pass plates…whatever seems appropriate at the time. And we usually try not to order the same dishes, so we can try many different things. It’s a whole family dining experience…but if we really can’t find two dishes we want to try, it’s fine to get the same thing – it’s not a hard and fast rule.