Eating in America often seems to be about quantity. I have been told that people expect large portions but if there is too much food on my plate I lose my appetite. I think part of the problem comes from my childhood where I was told that I needed to eat everything that was put on my plate. Knowing before I start eating that I’m never going to finish makes me reluctant to start.
Last night we went to the Palm Restaurant in TriBeCa. The quality of the food was really good and I did order the smallest steak – though at 9oz it was still a bit big for me. But it was the size of the dessert that horrified me. Thankfully they brought it on a separate plate with a large knife making it look as if they didn’t really expect me to eat it all. It tasted amazing but I brought most of it back to the hotel with me in a box.
I still have at least half of the cake. I did eat some of it after lunch but I probably won’t be able to finish it all. I hate the waste and I have wasted so much food in the past week. I left half of my lunch today and we are now trying to work out what to do with the remains of the our carry-out dinner. We got one meal between the two of us but Marty ordered soup as a starter and ended up with about a litre of it. We don’t have a fridge in our room so most of it will end up down the sink. And the phrase “waste not, want not” keeps running through my head.