At lunchtime today, Raphael happened upon a bowl of leftover rice someone had abandoned at the dining room table.
We discourage wasting food around here, but it does happen sometimes, especially in situations like this one where I can’t be sure just who the culprit is.
“Can I have this?” Raphael asked.
“Sure,” I shrugged.
He sat in the chair, scooped rice from the bowl with the spoon, and ate.
He wasn’t quite hungry enough for all of it, though, and soon I found the partially-filled bowl abandoned yet again at the table. I figured it had been “eaten” twice and the remaining rice might just need to be donated to the chickens.
It was right about then, though, that Daniel came along.
“I want rice,” he announced.
I nodded toward the bowl.
He sat. He ate. He left about a quarter cup in the bottom of the bowl.