This. Only I don’t know that I’d feel like an animal. Honestly, it’s never occurred to me to eat over the sink. That’s shared space, and someone else might need it. I’ll just grab a plate and a paper towel and eat someplace where I can sit down if I’m going to make a mess.
Me three, but since the little Mixoids have grown to appreciate a good mango, I’ve worked out a way to cut it up without too much of a mess…except for the pit, which gets eaten over the sink.
Pop-Tarts, because they can be crumbly, when I don’t want to bother to get out a small plate.
I’m mostly with elbows, where I eat over a plate like nature intended.
I’ll make an exception for the mango pit, though. If I’m slicing a mango, I’ll be right next to the sink, and I’'m:
- not going to go put the pit on a plate with the rest
- not going to miss out on the mango pit
- not going to let it slip out of my fingers and onto the floor
I’ll also mention that my wife just got a new cookbook with a “sinkie” recipe. That’s a sandwich too messy to eat anywhere but over the sink.
As the esteemed Brother Dave Gardner used to say, “a stewed tomato sandwich on light bread where’s you had to lift and eat fast lest it fall through the crust!”
I must be the odd man out, because I’ve never eaten anything while standing over the kitchen sink.
You’ve not truly lived.
Same here. I thought it was one of those TV trope things.
Canned curry, bolognese or chilli when I’m REALLY drunk and horribly hungry.
here here, brothers and sisters!
In the mornings, I enjoy a lightly warmed chocolate croissant, and a cold chocolate milk.
The lightly warmed croissant can sometimes be gooey. I wear work shirts. I will eat the lightly warmed croissant over the sink to (a) catch flaky pastry crumbs and (b) oozing chocolate before it hits my work shirts.
Things you eat alone over the kitchen sink.
What if you’re part of a strange four-member family that does that? Frequently?
A slice of watermelon. The only way to eat it in my opinion, 2 hands and mouth. No fork or spoon.
If I have one for more than just myself, the operation is moved outside on the picnic table.
A glass of milk and stack of saltine crackers. Otherwise those crumbs get everywhere. Especially when I’m drunk.
Kimchi. Pickled herring. Not together.
The souls of my enemies.
Is your dispose-all rated for the remnants?
Last crumbs of cereal or something.
Smoked mussels in oil on crackers. You don’t want that oil getting ANYWHERE!
Then the tin goes in a ziploc before it goes in the trash.
I mean, why not? (I like both, and I could see them both going together quite nicely.)