Scene: Today’s breakfast at IMM Jurong… dim sum at food court…
Zibin had painstakingly cut up a piece of fried carrot cake for himself.
I didn’t see him do it… I was talking to my mom.
I take the piece of carrot cake he had cut up and pop it in my mouth.
Zibin: *eyes wide in protest* AHHH!!!!
Me: *puzzled* What? There’s still carrot cake left what!
Zibin: *resigned sigh* Yes but I just cut that piece out for myself! … nevermind…
Me:*chewing and laughing* … oh no! i’m so sorry…
All that while, my mom and her maid looked on at us in amusement.
It’s not that I don’t feel apologetic. I do! I just couldn’t help laughing because… well… just recently Zibin had commented on a blog entry that I do this sort of thing to him. And now I have nothing I can say. Except…I’m sorry darling! Boo.
Scene: Dinner with Ivy at Bon Bon Tea in Vivocity
We wanted to order an appetizer to share. Their selection was paltry… salad, soup, and what looked to me as a possibly promising vegetarian tart.
Me: Want to order the vegetarian tart?
Ivy: *vehemently* Ewww! Gross! How could you suggest that?
Me: What? It looks like it could be nice!
Ivy: *looks at the menu* How can it be nice? It has cauliflower. Broccoli! Bell peppers! All the worse possible things to have in an appetizer! (This coming from someone who loves Veggie Tales. The irony was not lost on me.)
Me: Ok ok! Man, I feel like I’m eating with Zibin. Let’s ask the waiter for suggestion.
Waiter comes over. We ask him to recommend something as a starter.
Waiter: Why don’t you try our vegetarian tart?
Ivy wrinkles her nose in distaste.
Me: Er… what else can you suggest?
Waiter: How about our house salad?
Me: *observing the escalating pain on Ivy’s face* Erm… do you have anything that doesn’t contain vegetables?
Ivy: *points at the menu in excitement* They have FISH FINGERS! Finally! Something decent!!!
The fish fingers was an entree, not an appetizer. But that was that. We shared fried fish fingers and french fries, a dessert crÃªpe with ice-cream and two pots of very interesting tea.
Several hours of food and very animated conversation later, Ivy and I discovered that we can share food peacefully if we sit at opposite sides of the table. That way our utensils don’t get entangled. Why, she even offered me the last bite of crÃªpe instead of hurling accusations at me! The difference that sitting positions can make… *grin*