Chew each bite one hundred times

BOHICA ? I had no idea there was an acronym for it. You homosexuals sure are creative!

Way to hijack a thread.

This whole thing where you call each other homosexual like it's an insult is really lame.

I've just about always chewed to what others might consider an excess. Never have counted the number of chews, just keep at it until I think it's enough.

That made (or likely would have made), the Assistant Principal of one school I attended quite happy. She would come into the school auditorium, where those who brought their lunch to school had to eat, and tell us to masticate our food thoroughly. It was almost comical, considering we were in auditorium seats which leaned back some, so, we weren't sitting up straight; but, that didn't seem to make no nevermind to her. As long as we masticated we'd be living up to her demands.

Mother on the other hand, didn't chew much...if at all. She cleared a plate before I finished my first bite. That made mealtimes a little tense. On one occasion it took me nearly an hour to finish a hot dog.

I find it maddening to have a meal with a person that eats one bite at a time. They slowly chew it, everything done in a kind of ritual. Presently they will have another bite, but not anytime soon. And I will have eaten my food and be wishing mightily to end the affair.

You're right, I apologize. I'm just trying to irritate Fruggy.

edgar. I've always been called a slow eater. Even slower now that I've got teeth problems. When I have a meal with someone who eats like you, it makes me crazy. Hey, kiddo, chew.

How can you enjoy a meal and the food and the social aspects of eating if you're done before I've got my napkin settled in my lap?

I see Roberta and I can have dinner together and Edgar can join us for coffee and a drink afterwards.

It's not as severe as my post made it seem. But I have always been a fast eater. Which always made me wonder that when my grandfather, my brothers and I, stopped in a restaurant on our way to a job, I would be taking my first tastes of my coffee and he would already be back in the truck, impatient to get moving again.

Thanks. It was. I'm quite active physically and was just getting past the denial and into worry the next day, when they did the broincoscope. I have a photo they took looking down a broncial tube at a branch divide ahead - two adjacent dark holes, one with a bright yellow kernel of corn lodged sideways at the opening.

My wife hasn't served me any corn on the cob ever since, and I get a lot of instruction about the wisdom of Edgar's point about chewing. She has a copy of the photo and waves it at me anytime I resist or complain.

A wise woman. :-)

That's the hell of it.

Sending a round of my Emeril Lagasse corn muffins. I use canned corn, sorry, and some New Mexico red pepper instead of cayenne; vary the cheese).
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/jalapeno-corn-muffins-recipe.html

This is not to cause poor health to GeorgeOB, as the muffins are easily chewable after the baking.

EdgarB can forgo the cheese and be happy.

I reckon that is a tough ask. I love my food and only chew a handful of times... oops!

Who's a good boy?

Can't stand corn muffins. Never really was that fond of them, although toasted with a lot of butter they were acceptable if their was lack of bagels and lox. Corn muffins always seem a touch too dry and gritty.

So it goes, but, hey, not my corn muffins.

Some corn muffins are soft and almost like eating cake.

I'm an enthusiast and we differ..