So… on Saturday, we went out to eat dinner for some couple time need outside the apartment. Sorry, it wasn’t breakfast like in the picture, hehe. As the baby slept in his stroller, we ordered our dinner in the busy Saturday night life in a popular and exotic restaurant.
We both ordered appetizers, a big bowl of soup, two entrées, and a dessert. The waiter looked at us like we were crazy. He said: “This is a lot of food!” So we replied, “We eat a lot.”
He was probably thinking that it was a lie. We dismissed his thoughts and focused on our romantic duo.
The appetizers came out with the big bowl of red lentil soup. We shared the soup and ate half of each other lamacun and pide. We ate it all and they were of a pretty good size. Then, the server came around and said, “Do you still have a spot for the main meal?” He piqued my interest then. Why was he asking? We already told him that we’re foodies!
Anyways, we said yes and he said, “Ok! I will put the orders in.” And he quickly disappeared in the crowd.
We looked at him incredulously. What was wrong with this boy? Several times, he tried to take our plates before we were done eating our appetizers and soup. Several times, he sounded like he didn’t want us to order more. We kept telling him, “we don’t waste food, let us clean our plates before you take them away.”
For the sake of our need for couple time outside the house, we tuned back into our duo to connect more with each other. We chatted, we laughed, we took in the exciting and sparkling night around us. All this, while the baby slept in his ‘stroller crib’ enjoying the background noises in a small corner of the restaurant next to me. Weird creatures! They love the strangest noises.
When the main dishes finally arrived, we devoured half of each other meals again. As we basked in the savories, Mr. Waiter came to check in after several attempts to claim our plates half-finished.
“Dessert?” he asked this time.
“Yes,” we said.
He put in the order with eyes wide open behind his thin glasses. We were definitely an odd bunch in his eyes and we didn’t care. Very quickly, he brought the sweet out. Hmm Hmm Hmm, the kazandibi flan was delicious even though I believe my own recipe is better hehe.
Our evening was blissful until our party was crashed by the belly dancer that the Mister dreaded for reasons I giggled over because I am a confident sistah, hehe. That said, I dreaded her arrival because of the baby. Don’t wake up my baby! lol! We knew they had a dancer but we didn’t what time she would pop out. So we made our exit as she snaked between tables with her hand bells, sparkly clothes, and undulating movements. We were happy anyways because we had one and half hour free of baby interruption.
To finish, if you didn’t get the hints I dropped throughout the post, I will recap for you. Basically, don’t waste food. Our waiter showed us that it’s a normal practice nowadays to not clean your plate and trash your leftovers. Boi! That he was in for a rude awakening. The next time you want to trash food, think of yourself on an old episode of Survivor where you have to participate in Hunger Games. If you would give anything to eat that food if you lose, don’t trash it. Allah (subhanahu wa ta’ala) doesn’t like wasteful servants.
To read more about my past two cents and struggles on ishraf (waste) read here.
Jazak’Allah khair for reading,