It always makes me laugh how we hang on to habits from when we were young. At family meals during our childhood, my brother would pick apart his food looking for imperfections. Take a look at the fry-rejects at the edge of the plate:

"It's Stonehenge. You can eat those, if you like."
Then later, he did the same thing with his peppers:

After dinner I was treated to some hard rockin'. Not bad, Guitar Man!

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