Food for Thought or: "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Generic Post Title/Clichéd Strangelove Parody"

When I was freeloading (growing up), I used to (unintentionally) irritate my mom to no end by eating all the ingredients of a sandwich piece by piece, without ever actually assembling them into a sandwich.

I think about that every time I grab some salami and cheese out of the fridge and fold it in half, or when I drink straight out of a carton or jug.

Those culinary traditions may have been born with me, but new ones emerge all the time. As a kid, for example, I thought licking peanut butter off a stick of celery instead of eating the whole thing was immature and wasteful. Now, it just sounds like a good idea ... or it would if I hadn't just eaten two handfuls of semi-sweet chocolate chips.