The food is ample. the bird is plump, and the young ones will inevitably be coaxed to eat something off their plates. "Just one more bite. A vegetable or no dessert."
In years past I have insisted, pleaded, begged, my kids. Then when the grands came along, I sneakily devoured their food so their parents thought THEY ate it.
I have been known to add a bit extra off my plate to Bill's when I can't eat it all.
I don't mind if my honey puts something on my plate to taste, but by golly don't ladle food onto my plate if you don't know me!
Tuesday I was in a buffet line waiting for Asian chicken. A short guy with a thin white ponytail and a big mouth waited stood in front of me. The pan was empty. He asked, "You like this chicken, too?"
"Well it's the best in town."
That was the extent of our conversation.
There was one crusty chicken chunk left in the pan, so I scooped it out and put it on my plate. When the chef put a new pan of chicken on the buffet, this guy loaded up a ladle and dumped it...
on my plate!
"Hey! Do not put food on my plate. That's yours!"
He looked offended. "I thought you said you liked it."
"I do, but I don't want fifteen chunks. I only wanted three," I said as I scooped the chicken (including that one crunchy piece I really wanted) onto HIS plate. He looked shocked.
Guess he didn't look at MY face.
If you are reading this, know I am thankful for YOU.