My dog doesn’t just sit and stare at whoever’s cooking (although she does do that as well), but rather takes a more proactive approach. Namely, to get in my way, in the hope that I’ll trip over her and drop some choice item on the floor. Since she’s small and quiet enough not to be easily notice, I have no doubt one day she’ll succeed.
In the meantime, she is content with the cooked chicken, cheese, pretzels, raw potatoes etc. thrown to her by dad. She eats better than I ever did at Oxford.