Bicepsual:
Now that she knows I'm a feeder, she fully takes advantage of it while she binges Netflix and shamelessly expects late night cooked meals, prepared snacks or for me to run out and get whatever she's fancying at the moment. We both now know we've met in the middle but she hasn't connected the dots that she's turned into a feedee.
Mine doesn't know I'm a feeder (doesn't know of the concept even) but knows I like her bigger. And what you describe is exactly what I live

Sandwiches at 11 PM, fried chicken in the afternoon. "Can I have....", "Could you make me a....", "Do we still have..."