The Last Bite
In the Meadows of Dan, there is a cabin where our families converge every few years. Before the mothers arrive, the cousins come a day early to air out the rooms and take stock of the groceries. Last bite of sea bass - untouched at Uchi, Houston The families must be fed after the long drive. One summer, d inner consisted of turkey burgers, red quinoa, and pan seared sweet potato chips. The children ate chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. The last portion of quinoa was offered to me and I was asked to finish what remained. I felt full immediately when I saw the last bite. It is as if a cultural genetic code was embedded in me to not eat it. My husband observed the same behavior with my brother. My brother explained that he thought it had something to do with being polite and allowing the guest to have the last bite. If the guest refused the last bite, we would wrap the morsel in a baggie and place it in the refrigerator.