Do your roommates and you work as a team when eating?

When my wife used to make chicken soup and we still had kids at home, one of the kids liked to pull out only the vegetables, another liked only the broth. The rest of us like it all mixed.

If we’re having meat for dinner – I chew it first, then take thje food out of my mouth and put it on my daughter’s plate. She chews it for a while, then spits it out and puts it on her sister’s plate.

Eventually we share pass it around so everyone has a chance to masticate on the same piece of meat. In that way we each get protein and nutrition, with the benefit of having worked as a team to make it possible.

You’re a nut @elbanditoroso!

I predigest the food for the roommate.
Not like birds, mind you.
More like human centipede.

My “roommate” is the garbage can. So yes, we work as a team!

My roommate is my dog. He does all the precleaning of pots and pans for me. And leftovers.

When I had room mates, we each had our own food and ate our own meals. I have a voracious appetite and it wouldn’t be fair for others to pay extra for it. And it worked out very well, for the most part.
If a mate decided he didn’t have enough to eat and scarfed my food, it could be disastrous! Like the night I went to bed knowing I had ¾ of a gallon of milk for my breakfast, and when I got up the next morning it was GONE!

When I had roommates we almost never shared food. Once in a blue moon we cooked something for everyone, maybe once every three months.

Living with my husband we sort of do what you’re talking about. When we have a rotisserie chicken he always eats the wings and some of the dark meat, I might get a drumstick and I eat the breast usually. I like the dark, but he doesn’t like the breast much, so I eat it. I have to get some of the skin early, or he’ll eat most of it without a care that I live in the house too. Lol.

Generally, we eat all the same food with a few exceptions. I think most of the time he eats without thinking about whether I want any of it, and I’m just the opposite.

Although, yesterday he asked if it was ok if he finished the pipián, which was unusual enough that I noticed it. I guess maybe because he knew I slaved the morning before making that dish, including frying the chicken skins first separately to make crispy chicken skins like chicharrón and setting those aside, and I made homemade bread, and sautéed some green beans. I also made delicious rice with some fat from the chicken skins. I was stuck in the kitchen for a few hours between cooking and cleaning. Not my gig! I usually cook quick dishes. I don’t know how some people spend hours in the kitchen daily.