I’m always suspicious of the types who aren’t bothered by food. Also feel sad for them.
I love eating but have some strange eating habits.
In 63 years I have never put a fork in my left hand, I can't physically cut my food with my right even though if I'm DIY'ing knives, saws etc are used in the right hand.
I don't follow 'rules' which was highlighted in 1978 when me and my Dad decided to busk around Mid France.
A couple took us in with the bloke getting us paid gigs but when I sat down to eat with them they were shocked that I wouldn't drink wine with my food.
I just asked for Coca Cola which they thought was weird but after a week a bottle of coke would just appear without any debate.
I eat my food in order so for example my Sunday dinner yesterday would be all the carrots, all the sprouts, all the brocolli, all the cauliflower, all the meat and then I'm left with a decision of mash or roast potatoes first - this could change week to week.
After my potatoes I'll sit down in a comfier chair and eat my Yorkshire puddings like crisps.
I also often argue with the wife that putting meat on my dinner is a waste of time because I'd rather it be on a separate plate that I can eat at will a bit later.
My youngest daughter (32) is worse than me, she won't have different foodstuffs touching each other.