*Photo shows the amount of food that my Bin and I generally order when we’re at a restaurant. This meal is on one of our lighter days.
I’ve always been an eater and what a good eater I am! Though I don’t mind eating alone, I love it more when I have someone to share a meal with. All my good friends love eating as much as I do, although I must say that my immense appetite leaves some of them cold.
My Bin is the only person who comes close to keeping pace with the amount of food I can put away, as well as all the whims that come with it. When I go to a restaurant, especially if it’s my first time there, it’s not unusual for me to order 10 dishes for us, just to try. Even if we don’t lick our plates clean, my Bin and I are the king and queen of take away – we’re huge fans of leftovers.
Though I eat more than him (yes, believe it), my Bin’s gusto for food makes him an especially treasured eating partner. He’s very open-minded and willing to try new things save for one thing: durian, which I adore and he abhors. After 14 years of marriage, I’ve given up on him ever liking the so-called repugnant fruit.
Another trait of my Bin that makes him my favorite eating partner is that he likes the things I don’t particularly care for. I can’t stand mousses and fruit salads, both of which are on my list of desserts that I DON’T like. Whenever those things are components of desserts we order, I scrape them off and give them to him. I’m also not hot for meringues, sago, and cooked carrots, but he is so he always gets my share. As for him, my Bin isn’t crazy about pie crust, overly doughy things (like thick-crust pizza), the fat (taba) found in bangus belly, and root vegetables like camote and squash, all foods that I’ll gladly eat for him.
But what I love the most about my favorite eating partner is that he always gives me the biggest slice, the biggest piece. When we’re polishing off a dish and eating like there’s no tomorrow, he’ll suddenly stop and put his fork down. “It’s yours, Lor. I’m done.” He does this when he can hear me “audibly testifying” to the deliciousness of the dish with eye-rolls and barely restrained moans. Now that’s love.
I wish that all good eaters be blessed with good eating partners.
So tell me: Who is the one person you most love sharing a meal with?
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