Thursday, May 15, 2008

Are You Going to Finish That Tomato?

I mentioned that while in Gibraltar, we had fish and chips. It was a big heavy meal, and so when we were talking about dinner that night, I told Adam that I really didn´t want much. Maybe I´d share something with him. A bit of foreshadowing: when I share things with Adam, I try to give him at least two thirds, or maybe three fifths.

We stopped into this pub that had beer taps on the table with running meters showing how much you've had, which I thought was totally awesome and wanted to see in action. And then I ordered a red wine. But I made Adam have beer so that I could take pictures of the process for this blog.

Because I´m here to serve you.

Getting the glass down from the rack.


The meter (foam is free, apparently).

The waitress recommended something, and we didn´t understand a word of what she was saying, but we just went with it. She brought out these steak rolls with peppers and some heavenly cheese that were absolutely delicious.

Sarah´s Perspective

Huh, meat on a stick. Mkay, well I´ll just take this one on the end. Wow. That is GOOD. Especially paired with the tomato. Yum. Wow, Adam already polished off his two rolls. He always eats so fast. But at least he left me a big one: Great, now he´s eating my second tomato slice. ¨Hey, are you going to finish that tomato?¨Sheesh.

Adam´s Perspective

Huh, meat on a stick. Well , I´ll just take this skewer out for us. Okay, then. I´ll have this little piece on the end first. Sarah said she wasn´t that hungry, so she´ll probably just have a bite out of that big third piece and give me the rest. I´ll just savor this piece here; I usually eat so fast, and I´d like to slow down. Okay, now she´s breaking into the last piece. And...she´s... finishing it... And now she wants my tomato?

We normally order small plates and share so that we get a little taste of several things. Not realizing what had just transpired--that I had in fact eaten over two thirds of the plate after saying I didn´t want much--I was really confused when Adam proceeded to order TWO of everything that he wanted because he was hungry and wanted to keep his piggy wife away from his darn meal.

It wasn´t until the end of the meal that he said something that made me realize that I´d gobbled down most of the first dish and that there were three pieces and not four and only two tomatoes. And then the whole two servings of everything and his pointed ¨THIS one´s YOURS¨thing suddenly made sense.

So now every time he wants to rib me, he asks "are you going to finish that tomato?"

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