Since we're in full disclosure mode here, and no one knows who we really are... I cut my food up before eating it. I have always been the fastest eater I've known. I cut it up and shovel it in. During my career, I had to manage that behaviour at business meals, making certain to cut-a-bite/eat-a-bite...but it's not natural for me to do that.
My confession... I sometimes make huge salads, start with ~1/3 head of lettuce, add anything that I run across in the fridge that looks like it might fit. Then chop it up in small enough pieces to eat with a tablespoon. No wasting time trying to stab lettuce with a fork for me. (That's the whole meal)
LOL!!!! What you lack in couth you more than make up for in coordination. You must use a highly viscous dressing. This reminds me of a stupid poem I likely first heard in 3rd grade: I eat my peas with honey I've done it all my life It makes my peas taste funny But it keeps them on my knife
Wow, food confessions. (I don't break my spaghetti. ) We're having homemade cheeseburgers, fries, baked beans and beer for dinner. The calorie police have us staked out.
A few cottage fries , pan seared spam, scrambled eggs and gravy. I know a killer meal but twas fast to make and tasty. I am like Nancy Hart..Break my angel hair pasta in thirds.My husband prefers me not to do that...but since he's not cooking we be doing it my way. And always angel hair. @Nancy Hart ...I also eat leftover supper food for breakfast.
-Salad -Leftover chicken pot pie -Fudgesicle Unlike others, I don't eat leftover supper food for breakfast. Heck, I won't eat the same supper two days in a row, much less have the same food for consecutive meals. Leftovers (if I don't freeze them for future meals) will get served in 48 hours, not in 24. If I eat beef for lunch I won't have it for dinner. Same generally goes for chicken...and for fish. The rule for beef is pretty rigid. I won't eat a burger for lunch and then grill a steak for dinner. It feels like too much red meat in a single day. I've got this thing about having a varied diet. Dunno why.
I hope you didn't take that word as an intended slight. I reread my comment after I posted it and thought about deleting it, but doing that always has an air of deceit about it. I leave my faux pas lay where they are. Verbal intonations don't come across in the written word very well. I set up a joke, and it may come across the wrong way (calling into question my own couthability.) You are the couthest person I know.
Yeh, it's called "living" and "being normal." I think I commented here about a meal at a fancy French restaurant I got manipulated into through work. The circumstances under which I ended up paying for my $100 meal plus paying part of my boss' $100 still makes me fume, and this happened around 1983 or so. What made it worse was the arrogance of the wait staff regarding my own uncouthness. I really did not want to be there, I don't feel comfortable in places like that, I really could not afford it, plus I really hated that work environment, so I was having to stuff a doubly foul mood to begin with. They served the salad, and apparently I used the wrong fork...I only had 3 to choose from. The arrogant waiter made a point of taking my dirty [wrong] fork off of my salad plate, putting it back on the table, then picking up the clean [proper] fork from my setting, putting it on my plate, and walking off with it. (What's French for "bastard"?) I was tempted to eat the rest of my meal with my fingers since I had already been branded for lacking couthability.
Once again, you've put a new dish on my radar screen. I cook with shallots as an ingredient, but have never had them as a dedicated side dish.