Two Spoons

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Remember back in the days when you and your spouse were merely dating and sharing a dessert  was the most romantic way to end a meal? You’d settle on a single dessert along with two spoons, to savor, together. Feet would  intertwine under the table and lips would sensuously lick chocolate off of silver. You’d gingerly take a bite, careful not to take too much, in between deep conversation. The last bite would always remain on the plate, because it seemed rude to take the last one and you were each too considerate to dream of such a thing. It was delicious and satisfying and you just couldn’t get enough of it. The dessert and the company.

And, then you got married. And, though romance isn’t entirely dead in marriage, it most definitely isn’t found on a plate of molten chocolate cake.

Or, at least in my marriage it’s not.

When Jeff and I split a dessert these days, it’s more of a race to the finish line than an enjoyable indulgence. We may as well have our hands tied behind our backs and be head butting each other in order to be titled the winner. Most times, I can barely even taste the food I’m inhaling, I’m just shoveling in it my face fast enough to ensure that he doesn’t eat it all before I do. Our dueling utensils fight for the biggest bite; we’re merely one step away from spitting on the plate to claim it as our own.

If it were up to me, I would simply ask for two plates and cut the dessert in half from the beginning, you know, like we would do if we split a main course of fish or chicken. That would make sense, right? It would be equitable and civilized and so much more enjoyable. But, dessert is supposed to be shared for some bizarre reason, clearly the brainchild of a still smitten single person.

We become barbarians, forgetting that a few minutes ago when we placed the order, we were too full to each get our own and only wanted a bite. And, we vow not to share again next time, because neither saving five bucks nor a few hundred calories is worth seeing this side of each other.

Until the next time we go out for dinner, and we do it all over again.

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    Megan (Best of Fates) says

    Wait, while dating I’m supposed to politely let the other person eat their fair share of the dessert?

    Well, that would have been good to know years ago…

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    Nellie says

    I don’t get to have ice cream very often, and yes, in the beginning of our dating lives I DID look for reasons to share the dessert….however now, 13 years later, if he gets near me and my ice cream with his spoon, it could get ugly up in here.

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    Sara Kuiper says

    Jill, I can so relate. I remember when my husband and I were dating. In particular, I remember him taking me to this ultra fancy seafood restaurant where we gazed into each other’s eyes, spent nearly an hour and a half just staring at each other whispering sweet nothings, and slowly savoring our food. Now, we work completely opposite shifts and we’re lucky to get in a Subway date. Nothing like having Jared posters surrounding you as you get a 5 minute break from the day.

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    Coffee Lovin Mom says

    Nothing is funnier than the truth! We used to sit on the same side of the booth even and swoon…he’s even used the big spider on the wall trick to get the last bite.

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    Erika Marie says

    Now, more than anything, all I want is some molten chocolate cake. If I had some, there’s no way my husband would get any. If he tried, he’s likely to get bitten.

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    Nil Zed says

    Im I’m such a dessert fiend and unable to decide between whatever chocolate is the cuurent fad and something with no choc that sounds so good! that he has always ordered the other dessert and we share both. I do get dibs on all of the choc though, if the other turns out to be meh.

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