It’s funny how you can go through your whole life and not realize something about yourself. For instance, once I was eating lunch with the guys at work and one of them made a comment about the way I eat. It wasn’t, as I usually fear, about me spraying food all over the place and chewing with my mouth open, it was about how I eat one thing at a time. For instance, if I have a plate that has meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas on it I will eat the peas first, then the meatloaf, then the potatoes.
I won’t eat some peas, have a bite of meatloaf, and then some
more peas, then some mashed potatoes. I will eat all of everything then move on to the next item.
People think this is strange.
I never noticed it until it was pointed out to me.
I don’t always eat that way, though. There are some foods that I like to combine, such as corn and potatoes. I’m sure there are other things, I just can’t think of them right now.
I’m not totally anal about it, though. I won’t eat all the lettuce, then the tomatoes, and such like in a salad, for instance. I’ll shovel all that in as it comes off the fork. It’s just plate-bound things that I seem to do that with.
I’ve been asked how I decide the order of what I eat. I figured it out. If there are things on the plate that I don’t particularly like, or don’t care for, I’ll eat those first and save what I do like for last. If I like everything on the plate then I’ll start with vegetables, then meat, then potatoes (if there are any). I will always eat potatoes last, come to think of it.
I’m sure there are some psychiatrists out there that could have fun with this.
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