My wife has a habit, when she eats something, she’d always, share a portion with me, instead of us, eating our separate servings. For instance, a few days ago, we’d, dined out, she’d ordered ham fried rice, I’d selected the beef stew noodle; as the two separate meals were brought on, I’d immediately taken a scoop of her fried rice, and, she’d used her soup spoon, to get some of my soup. I’d even, fed her a couple pieces of the beef shank from my soup, seeing how satisfied she looked, warmth filled up my heart.
This way of interactions, we’d established back when we were still just dating. When we’d gone to the movies, there was only, a huge bag of popcorn separating us, and, putting my hand into the bag is like searching for that lotto ball. If her hand just so happened was also in the bag, then, I’d, tickled her palms, although I couldn’t see her facial expressions, but, from the giggles she’d made out of the blue, I can feel, that this, is the simplest kind of bliss. And connectedness, is the accumulation of all of these, smaller acts of fun we’d shared.
Some of my friends whom I hadn’t seen in quite awhile mentioned how their marriage had been reduced to a thin piece of paper, and from before how savory their love was, like the red wines are now, reduced, to plain as regular tap water. I’d often, recommend them, to try my way, and, after awhile, when I’d, bumped into my friends again, they’d all had that look of joy on them, they’d never imagined, that eating together with their spouses, can help them connect to one another.
Actually, this meant, that as they were interacting with their spouses from day to day, they’d stopped sharing the experiences in life together, causing the couple to drift apart in the minds, and, when they can start sharing foods with their wives, they can slowly, awaken how they used to interact with one another bit by bit. And, when they started changing, their wives would also notice, and naturally, the wives would, reciprocate, and naturally, the love had, regained the needed heat.
In the coldness of the winter season, it’s a good time to have some soup, when my wife raised up a spoon full of savory chicken soup, naturally, I’d, swallowed it down with glee, at the same time, I’d, scooped up a fish ball from my bowl, like a basketball star, about to, dunk, into her mouth.
And so, sharing your foods can bring the two of you closer, well, that, would be, one man’s experience, and, it still won’t work for everybody, because take me for instance, I HATE it how when someone sticks her/his eating utensils into my plate, if you want some portion of my food, tell me, then, I’ll give you some, don’t just stick your chopsticks or forks, or spoons where it don’t belong! This still just shows, what worse for one person, still don’t work for everybody else out there.
