What did you eat yesterday for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Who prepared the meals? Are their any special cultural rules for eating such meals (i.e., you can eat with your fingers, you don’t start eating until an elder member such as a grandfather starts, you never eat with your left hand)?
Man: I’m home!
Woman: Hi sweetie. Welcome home. Are you ready to eat?
Man: Well, . . . uh . . .
Woman: Uh, we’re having fish and seasoned rice and carrots for the main course.
Man: Really? Um . . Yeah.
Woman: What? What?
Man: Oh, that sounds great.
Woman: Are you sure?
Man: Sure.
Woman: Hm. Well, before that, I have a delicious seafood salad with shrimp.
Man: Oh.
Woman: And, for dessert, I made apple pie.
Man: Oooh.
Woman: Honey. It took me three hours to make.
Man: Oh . . . well . . . yeah . . . um . . . yeah.
Woman: Hmm. What’s wrong? Don’t you like . . . don’t you like what I made?
Man: Well, to be honest, I just had a hamburger, fries, and a chocolate shake.
Woman: You’re kidding. Really?
Man: Yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you were making . . .
Woman: Honey. I told you this morning that I was making you something nice.
Man: Yeah, but I forgot. You . . . you know how work is. Wait, wow, WAIT!! What are you doing? Why are you putting the food in my shoes?
Woman: So you can enjoy it as you walk to work tomorrow.
Man: Ah!