
Whenever Shane tastes something he sticks to a strict two-bites taste rule. He says the first bite cleanses his palate so that the true flavors of the food come out in the second bite. The only problem with this rule, and his sister will agree:
he takes really big bites!
The other night as we were eating ice cream, chocolate peanut butter for me and triple chocolate for Shane, I asked Shane if he wanted to taste mine. Not being a chocolate peanut butter fan (gasp!), he declined but offered me a taste of his. That triple chocolate ice cream is pretty tasty and I'll be the first to admit that I "tasted" it with a few bites more than was necessary. After my 3rd or 4th taste of his ice cream I noticed a coolness had settled over the room and Shane's postures has become a bit stiff. Could it be possible that my food loving and tasting husband had his feathers ruffled over a little ice cream? I found the situation amusing and couldn't help myself from laughing out loud. He got himself another scoop of ice cream, I kept my spoon in my own bowl for the remainder of the evening and all was well.
The next day I offered Shane a bite of my toast and when his bite consisted of almost 1/2 the piece I looked at him and said," Seriously? And you were upset when I tasted your ice cream?"
His quick reply was a line from a
story I'd shared in seminary that very morning,"You knew what I was when you picked me up!"
How could I not be in love with such a passionate guy!