When my Bibik cooks fried chicken, there’s always a drumstick. The drumstick’s exclusively fried for Asna, who refuses to eat any other part of a chicken.
We were having dinner at the dining hall, this one time. Bibik poured soy sauce all over Asna’s rice, the way she likes it. Since she doesn’t eat lauk-pauk, the fried chickens served on the table was her only dish. But there wasn’t any drumstick on the plate.
She took a small piece anyway and in seconds, changed her mind and placed the poor fried chicken (slightly soaked in soy sauce and dipped with rice) back on the plate.
I thought it was rude. Like how can you return something like that?!
I took the chicken back and placed it in her plate. She refused to touch it.
“How can you put the chicken back! Once you take it, you eat!”
“I changed my mind. I only eat drumsticks.”
She continued eating the rice and not the chicken.
“Once you put it back to the plate, you cannot expect other people to eat it. The chicken left all of its chicks alone, just to become your food. How dare you let it be thrown to the trash! That’s horrible!”
She ignored me. But I can sense a little guilt.
“If you don’t eat this chicken, it will die in vain. IT WILL NOT GO TO CHICKEN HEAVEN!”
Then she had this WTF look on her face and let me tear the chicken for her to eat in small pieces.
“Okay, okay, okay!”
Not sure if she believed me, but it annoyed the hell out of her until she gave in.