We don’t do sharing well.

Recently beloved and I have been trying to reduce our portion size for meals. This has meant that we have noticed what people eat when we are eating out. We soon realised that one couple, our friends, seemed to share a lot of their food. When we were having a snack meal they shared a sandwich and a bag of crisps and then, after quite a long discussion, they shared a dessert. Now, we have been out for many of this type of meal with them and while we had sort of noticed, we had never really taken this in, much less discussed this process after we left them.

Perhaps because of our renewed interest in reducing portion size we really noticed and, on the way home we also discussed, this sharing as an option for us. So, the next time we were having this kind of meal, we decided to choose something to share we and immediately came across problems. They were:

We don’t like the same food, so what should we have that we would not feel unhappy with? On my side it’s something that doesn’t include cold bacon. He wants nothing with mayonnaise or tuna, and nothing that, to quote him, “has been Pretted” (has fancy stuff in it), no salad, nothing that doesn’t have a spine (i.e. seafood). My bread is wholemeal and his white, I have no butter or spread and his is lathered in spread. You see the problem? We get our own sandwiches. I eat crisps, (cheese and onion—why did they change the colour of the packaging?). Blaise doesn’t eat crisps. Then it came to the pudding, and this we can often get sorted because beloved chooses what we have and I have a spoonful, but only one. We came away having spent more time discussing what we were going to eat than we did actually eating the food.

We agreed that it might be better if we went for a proper meal. We looked at the menu for ages and couldn’t agree on anything. Almost a rerun of the snack meal but so many more options…and the sharing plates were dismissed almost immediately. We each ordered what we want and again I had a spoonful of his dessert. We began to realise that neither of us likes to share food, we like to know what food is ours when we start, then we can tuck in. Blaise blames it on the fact that he is the eldest of eight. Me? We were told to eat what was on our plate and there was never any thought of sharing, we ate ours and only ours.

We have now agreed to give up on the idea of sharing food. We know we would give each other a kidney, bone marrow or anything else that would help the other, but food? Nooooooo!

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