I hate to admit this, as it’s a little embarrassing, but when I eat pasta I totally stuff my mouth. Same with salad. Those are two things that I cannot simply take a small bite of. Maximum capacity all the way. It’s like the more that I can shove in, the better it tastes. I need all the flavors, in every bite, equally distributed just so, on each tastebud. It could almost be considered an art.
The art of stuffing your mouth and hoping that nobody notices. It’s out of control when I’m home alone. No holds barred. It has actually crossed my mind that if I were to choke, nobody would be there to administer the Heimlich Maneuver. That small truth has not stopped my behavior yet. Apparently I like to live life on the edge.