This amuses me.
I heated up some soup for my Manmeat because he was sick and -just to scale it up to size for him- put it in a big serving bowl with a big serving spoon. When I handed it to him, and he cradled it in appreciation, it then just looked like a regular ol’ bowl. (I guess it bears pointing out -for those who don’t know him- that he is 6’9,” a lover and an eater, not a fighter… and no, he doesn’t play basketball.)
Man and Soup
I guess this was also special because he’s the one always feeding us in this family; so feeding him (anything) is a kind of unusual treat. Good thing he loves to cook! (And thank you DH, for doing so on such a regular basis.)
circuskitchen 
Second the motion! Three cheers for the guy who feeds us — DELICIOUSLY, NUTRITIOUSLY — on a regular basis. And to his honeybunch, who gave him chicken soup when he needed it.
Even cooks like being fed from time to time, eh?
Actually I like quoting Mario Batali (www.mariobatali.com), whom I saw once answer, when asked what is is favorite thing to eat, “Anything made by somebody ELSE.” I think cooks like being fed *anytime.*