So, when I originally glanced over at him, I saw the amount of pounded yam on his plate and didn't realize I made a mental note of it. A few minutes later, I heard a sucking sound, and I turned to see what it was. He was sucking on a piece of cow leg bone (eww, by the way, because feet). But what caught my eye was the pounded yam still on his plate. I asked if he was now wasting the pounded yam, since he was already eating the meat in his soup. He quipped back, "You think I'm like you that arranges your food and keeps meat till the end?"
See now, I've done this practically all my life. My sisters and I do it ALL THE TIME. In fact, Tammy is worse, because she divides her food into different bites and knows what order she'll eat the bites in. I thought eating your meat at the end of the meal was very normal, until someone pointed out that I was weird. It was even in a different situation. We were at McDonalds or Burger King, and I wondered why he was eating his fries and burger at the same time - as in, a few fries, then the burger, then drink, then fries, then drink, then burger. It just didn't make sense to me. You're supposed to have your fries first, THEN eat the burger while sipping on your soda. In the same way, if you're eating rice, you eat the rice first, THEN finish off with the chicken or meat or fish. If you have more than one meat on your plate, then you save the best for last. THAT MAKES SENSE!