I have problems sharing my food with anyone and this is something my wife often complains about. It’s quite strange how primal I get. My normally happy disposition seems to liquidate when I’m hungry. I hunch over my meal and I’ve almost growled at her when I see her maneuvering towards my plate!
I consume around 8 rotis for dinner if I can manage it, and our maid back in India used to make eight for me and 2-3 for her (at her request just to be clear :D). I jealously guard them and share only if I’ve been satiated. At first this used to upset my poor companion, but I think she’s learned to live with it. It’s not a reflection of how much I love her. It’s just that…well…I don’t know!
In restaurants, I always get pissed when others try and dig into my food. Anupa assures me that’s how it’s done. Everyone is supposed to order a dish and the food is shared by all. I never agreed with this perspective. After all, I ordered what I wanted. What right does anyone else have to eat it?! That’s why I appreciate buffets…
This behavior of mine goes back a long way. When I was college, I remember courting a particular girl. Her college’s fest was on and I’d managed to sidle her away from the crowd for a quite little tête-à-tête. Things were going well. I had a chicken frankie with me. Life was good. Then this:
Girl: I’d like something to eat
Me: Hmm. Want to go to the stall and pick up another frankie?
Girl: No it’s ok. I’ll just have some of yours
Girl: (Leans over to take a bite)
Me: (Drawing back a little frostily) I think it’s best if you get your own Frankie!
Somehow things never worked out between us after that.