

Small children are not allowed to select most foods they eat, so they adapt by controlling the position of the foods on their plates. The practice is said to develop during childhood. It is a mild form of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). Not wanting your food to touch is termed brumotactillophobia. But an exhaustive internet search helped. I had no idea how the habits of not allowing the foods on my plate to touch and eating one thing at a time developed. I was not allowed to play after dinner until I cleaned my plate. The second habit I remember developing was eating fast. It sounds like we were both drunks, but these were the limits of Pop’s drinking, and I stopped drinking by first grade. An occasional sip for the holder was justified. Looking back, any rational person should have realized that cup holders had not been invented yet. To further demonstrate her hysterics, she also had a problem with me sitting on Pop’s lap as he mowed the lawn. Crazy woman, how could she be upset? We were men! These outings were a real treat except for the times my mother caught us. Pop would buy the ingredients, help me pour some of the peanuts into the bottle, and I would enjoy the mixture while he had a couple of beers. The mixture of sweet soda and salty peanuts is fabulous. Actually, for me, it was peanuts in my bottle of Orange Crush. It was there that I learned the great southern tradition of putting peanuts in my bottle of Coke. I was four or five years old and could not read. I have no idea if that was the establishment’s actual name. He would take me to a bar near Shepherdsville, Kentucky, that sat on the banks of the Salt River. My first memory of an activity that would develop an eating habit comes from hanging out in a bar with my father. But, unlike fingerprints, eating habits develop over time. But that attitude does not shield me from the annoyance of the commentary.Įating habits are like fingerprints, everyone has them, and they are unique to the individual. At 58 years old, I eat the way I eat and don’t care what anyone thinks about it. The commentary makes me feel like I must apologize for how I eat and makes eating an unpleasant experience. You don’t like the foods on your plate to touch, do you? You only eat one thing at a time, don’t you?” It is like having a play-by-play announcer at the table calling the action. I find this annoying, especially if I frequently eat with someone who won’t let it go. Over the years, people have occasionally commented on my eating habits.
