Eat the hot stuff first, while it’s still hot. Usually that’s going to be the entree. I might peck at the side dishes a bit but won’t get serious about them until the entree is gone.
It’s okay if sweet stuff touches other sweet stuff, sour stuff touches sour stuff, etc. But savory items need to be kept separate both sweet and sour, with exceptions based on cuisine. Beets, spiced apple slices and cranberries leak red juice which tends to befoul everything else on the plate. They may be placed on a plate with other food only with great caution.
Heh. Savoury pork sausages or bacon with sweet maple syrup on pancakes is a perfect breakfast for me. Well, with orange juice and coffee, of course.
Not sure is it’s unusual, but I’ll offer regular rippled potato chips with Heinz chili sauce as a dip. I really don’t know how I came up with that one, but I did, and it’s a good combination.
My grandpa always poured his coffee from the cup into the saucer, then sipped (slurped) it from there. This seemed like a wasted step to me. He also swirled (real) butter and sorghum into a mix on his plate, then spread that over his biscuit. That was really good, and I do that sometimes still.
I have a co-worker whose spouse will not allow any item which has been touched by the dog to remain in the “human” cutlery/dish group. If their dog has touched it in any way, the fork, or plate, or whatever is permanently relegated to second class status, and is not even allowed in their dishwasher.
I always want to save the thing I am enjoying the most for my last bite. It feels a little unsatisfying if I don’t do this.
When I am eating a sandwich and there is one bite left I will more often then not eat it piece meal: eat a piece of bread, the cheese, the other bread then the meat for example. and I will eat whichever component I liked the most last (see item one).
At a job long ago I had a manager who would get a pack of M&Ms out of the vending machine every day. She insisted that the different colors were flavored differently, and she didn’t like the brown ones (neither the dark brown nor the tan color). So she gave them to me. At first I tried to convince her that they all tasted the same, but then I realized, hey, free M&Ms.
And no, I never asked her what she thought the brown ones tasted like
Just remembered - pizza must be eaten crust first. That’s because the pointy end has the best of the toppings! I will eat in the traditional manner sometimes, but my way is the obvious correct way.
My mom always made a two layer chocolate cake for anyone who had a birthday- chocolate was everyone’s favorite. I liked the frosting the best, so I would always carefully eat all the cake filling out of the triangular wedge first, leaving the frosting walls for last.
The ‘pizza bones’ left after the pizza slices are eaten wedge first are delicious dipped into ranch, blue cheese, or Italian salad dressing. Or even pizza sauce from a squeeze bottle of same.
Well, I wouldn’t say very bad, but you make a good point.
As I recall from my days driving truck, you take what you can get, and you’re glad of it. You learn to put up with crossovers, in other words. Or in more succinct, get-to-the-point words, “Aw, shit. The sausage is touching the pancakes. Well, I’ll deal.”
I love American road side diners. I’ll take what I can get, because it’s always going to be good.
I will eat my main protein in a meal first, if I have meat/fish. Then the potatoes, veg, or salad… I often take half the bread off a bun or sandwich, or tear off the crusts and a good portion of the bread edges. I just don’t like bread. I try not to be messy and do it discreetly when eating with others…And since I don’t have a microwave oven, I have to cook and heat things on the stove in a pot or pan. Leftovers? Meh, I will often just eat them cold. Meatloaf, fish sticks, hot dogs, tater tots - cold. Seems like too much work to dirty a pan for just a few little bites.
I thought that most people grew out of these food fads by the time they started school. Try saving the best bit until last at any school I ever went to, and it was likely to disappear: “Don’t you want that?” Whoosh.
