Mother Superior and food

As I have mentioned before, I am privileged to be married to a wonderful woman, who is gorgeous inside and out. We are both best buddies, and have been through a lot together. I would say, on the whole, that our marriage has been spectacularly successful. There is just one area where we are not compatible. I love eating, while Mother Superior is never hungry.

I know, I should be very grateful. Mother Superior’s disinterest in food has left her beautifully slim. Apart from her grey hair, which she disguises very well, she is much younger looking than her 52 years. It would, however, be nice to enjoy a meal with her.

When we went on our cruise earlier this year, I was overcome by the temptations at the breakfast buffet every morning, filling my plate with the delights it offered. Mother Superior had an apple and a small tub of yoghurt, and looked at my brimming plate with much displeasure and disappointment. My solution was to rather eat in the dining room where a reasonable size meal was brought to me. Mother Superior had the opposite problem. The dining room portions were too big for her, and she hates wastage – as do I. She won out, so I had to slide my plate down the buffet every morning and forgo the pleasure of having my food served to me.

The Mother Superior and I pride ourselves on being a good team, and we always do things together. Unfortunately, when I get hunger pangs, my pleas to break for lunch are largely ignored. When she does agree to stop for lunch, I head for the kitchen and she decides to quickly do something else, like hang out the washing. I invariably end up eating on my own, and she will grab a banana to eat quickly.

The worst for me is when we go shopping together. When we walk past eateries where ‘normal’ people are having lunch, she does not appear to notice my salivations. When I suggest that we should have lunch, she remarks that I am always thinking of my stomache. She just can’t get it into her head that people have to eat to sustain life.

Oh, how I would love to stop and have a Big Mac with her, but I am denied the pleasure. If she did relent, she would order a small salad, and watch me eat my hamburger with undisguised disgust.

I must admit that she is a good cook, and I love eating whatt she prepares. I just wish she wouldn’t make me feel so guilty about it.

After reading this post, Mother Superior told me that she was not pleased because it made her out to be an anorexic control freak. In fact, she keeps herself trim and healthy for me. The only reason that that she monitors my food intake is because she cares about me. I accept that completely.