Old food versus new food

When I walked in from work, I found Maiyuu dicing vegetables, always a good sign that another delicious meal is on the way.

However, the meal he had made me before I left for the office - sweet-and-sour fish on rice - was still in my backpack, as I didn't have time to eat it.

What to do?

When I bring uneaten food home, I try to sneak it into the fridge before he notices.

Being spoilt and over-indulged, I would rather have Maiyuu make me a new dish before bed, rather than reheat the meal he made for me earlier.

A new meal is always fresher, and I don’t want him to get indolent in front of the TV when he could be cooking for me.

However, on one of his journeys to the fridge while he fussed in the kitchen, he must have seen the sweet and sour pork dish despite my efforts to squirrel it away.

‘Do you want to heat that up?’ he asked quickly.

Yes, he was cutting up food in the kitchen, but that was merely ‘preparation’ for dishes he intended to make the next day.

Really?

One of Maiyuu’s persistent complaints is that I won’t eat ‘old’ food; I always want whatever he’s preparing in the kitchen now.

I looked at him.

‘Okay, I’ll cook,’ he said unhappily.

Chef Maiyuu made me ham, egg and tomato rice dish before bed, rather than insisting I eat the other dish.

Good. He had done nothing all night while I was at work. We do not live in a hotel. Everyone must pull his weight.

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I am disappointed to hear that a six-hour fast in the afternoons will not cut my weight.

Loyal reader Fran left the following message in response to Monday’s fasting post:

'I hate to disappoint you but not eating for 6 hours a day will not result in weight loss. You must decrease your total daily caloric intake; a period of a few hours with low glycemia is not enough.’

I shall have to stop eating high calorie food instead, starting with the banana cupcakes which illustrated that post.

I have eaten just one of them; Maiyuu took the rest to a woman friend, who wants to learn baking with Maiyuu. I don’t know where they will do it together, as Maiyuu is reluctant to invite anyone home.

‘I don’t want the bother,’ he said, when I ask why he never has friends around.

We also have a full bowl of home-made ice-cream in the fridge, which I would love to eat but have forbidden myself from doing so.

A box of donuts, which Maiyuu bought in Silom, also sit neglected on the kitchen table.

Well, neglected in a sense, as I notice he is still eating them, even if I am not.

I just look at them, and wish he’d get through them sooner. Then we could throw the box away, and I could forget they were ever there.