I’m a slow eater. I’ve always taken my time.
My wife, by contrast, is an Olympian. More often than not, I’ve barely started eating than she’s ready to move on. But I take my time. In that respect, I might be irritating, but I’m determined to savour whatever’s on my plate. Taking my time. And right now, in lockdown, we both have lots of that.
But old habits die hard. I still finish a poor second. I’m OK with that.
But I’m not OK with everything disappearing from the table before I’ve a chance to get it on my plate!
Christopher almost 4 years ago
Haha. My dad's like that. Takes forever. Back when we used to gather at the dinner table (which we stopped doing by the time my teen years rolled around) my sister and I would eventually have to ask to be excused so we could go watch TV!
shaun almost 4 years ago
HAHAHAHA!