The Spoken Unspoken Rule
I am a very timid eater. Unlike other family members (included one by marriage. MY marriage!), I do not derive any amount of pleasure from new culinary experiences. Heck, I barely derive pleasure from known culinary experiences. I like what I like. And what I don’t like, I don’t like. And the undiscovered…frightens me.
Back in the day, when visiting a Chinese restaurant en masse, it was customary to order family style. A dish from Column A, one from Column B, and so on. Or so I am told.
That was never the practice in my family-of-origin. It was every man for himself. Which allowed everyone to order to his/her own taste.
However, it seems that there exists a stigma surrounding those who, for whatever reason, choose not to share menu selections with fellow diners. A stigma so entrenched that it compels some to hurl sugar-coated, snide comments at the anti-sharing perpetrator. Throughout the entire meal.
Um…Italian, anyone??
One of the major cultural differences between me and my DH (dear hubby) is that I like to share in restaurants and he likes to order his own thing.
Now, DH is pretty flexible and pretty giving, and he is often willing to share, despite his personal preference.
The thing is, what I really want is to share two dishes that I like.
Unfortunately, DH tends to want to order things that don’t interest me. So, in the end, we usually just order our own things anyway…..
I used to get freaked out eating in public, but now I’m not, I am happy to share off of my plate, yet rarely eat off of others (unless I know the dish). My husband tells me I’m picky, I tell him he can eat alone, he likes my company and life goes on.
what!?
we used to share, and still do often to save money and calories, but usually going out is my hubby’s chance to eat meat so we often don’t share….:-)
I had to laugh. This blog brought back so many memories of your eating choices and the dinners we used to have way back in your teaching days!