It’s a pretty simple fact: we tend to click with folks who complement our likes and dislikes.
I’m not normally prone to sit around and spout platitudes like that; it’s just something that struck me this afternoon as I was rummaging through the refrigerator and noticed the pattern with which J-no and I are polishing off the Thanksgiving leftovers:
- He tosses back the wine. I take on the beer.
- He tackles the cranberries and the mashed potatoes. I scarf down the pate and the glazed ham.
- He reheats a bowl of gumbo and a heap of cornbread stuffing. I construct a sandwich he’d never dream of touching: dark meat turkey with horseradish and turkey schmaltz on toasted rye bread.
…And between the both of them, they licked the platter clean.
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