Uhy.

I'm having a bit of an issue here with the food that Mati cooks.  I am not a picky eater- I try everything before judging it.  However, there is some food that just makes me stomach churn.  For example, Mati made "sopa de tomate" for lunch today (picture below- found it online, not an actual picture of her dish).  The stuff floating in the soup is bread, not fish as I had thought.  Bread- tomato-broth...I can handle that.  That actually sounds really good.  But the real kicker is the fried egg on top of it.  I start eating the soup, enjoying the taste, being handy with my soup spoon and eating around the yoke of the egg.  But suddenly, the yoke broke.  The image of the yellow stuff oozing into my soup made me very queezy.  I reached for a bread stick to try to use it as a shovel and consolidate the ooze to one side of the dish.  As soon as I touched the bread, Luiqui and Mati noticee and commented that I shouldn't eat bread because there is bread in the soup.  I do not respond well to advice about food.  I don't really like when people comment on what I'm eating/how I'm eating.  After the bread comment, became a little frustrated.  I wasn't hungry anymore (she gives us such large portions) and was unsuccessful with my yoke-consolidation technique.  After all of that, I said I was done with the soup.  It's funny--It's kind of a damned if you do, damned if you don't sorta deal in this apartment: If you eat your food, you are told you will get fat.  If you don't eat your food, you are probed with questions.

After I uttered, No quiero mas.  Estoy llena, chaos occurred.  It was like I shot someone. "Wah? Porque!" Because I am not hungry anymore.  It tastes good, though.  "Que quieres?  Que pasa?" No quiero nada mas, gracias.  After a moment of silence, Luiqui showed me his empty bowl and said that this is how my plate is supposed to look and I should eat all of my food to show courtesy to the chef.  He used the word "mal educada"- meaning I have no manners. But right before he could get the last word out of his advice to me, Mati interrupted him. "Luiqui, para.  No pasa nada, hija.  Duna (their daughter) no termina su comida tampoco."  I was so embarrassed.  I should have just finished it.  Later on, Luiqui commented on how I cut my chicken.  He asked if I was left handed because I hold the knife with my left hand and the fork with my right (which is apparently wrong).  This just wasn't my meal.  I thanked Mati again for the food and apologized about the soup.  Es delisiosa, Mati.  Muchas gracias.  "De nada hija," she responded.