I know the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully

I think my spouse worked at Waffle House in a previous life. Normally he has no interest in kitchen shenanigans, but when I heat up the waffle iron he is right there. His favorite thing is pouring in the batter and watching the iron as it steams to be sure it does its job properly. He is delighted each time the green "ready" light comes on, as if it has never happened before or never will again. Neil Armstrong couldn't have been happier when he proudly exclaimed, "The Eagle has landed".

"It's done", he announces, so I can whisk the little guy safely into the oven before it catches a chill. His helpless watchfulness is akin to your passenger watching traffic for you, or fixing his eyes on the traffic light to ensure it doesn't turn before you get through it. It's like the way my mother would open her lips ever so slightly just before I took a bite... I finally told her about this wonderful habit when I was in college. I don't remember if she still did it after that,  although she probably did.   ... And it's like sympathy pains.

We certainly don't need waffles, they aren't all that good for us... even the multi-grain ones I want to try. And some of them don't taste all that much better than those from the frozen food aisle or Waffle House.   But... you know... some things are just worth the trouble.