“It all goes in the same place.”
I know you’ve heard it before. You sat there when you were five or six, arms folded with a determined look on your face and your lips pursed shut so tight you’d of thought it was cough medicine instead of dinner. Your broccoli was dangerously encroaching upon your mashed potatoes and you wouldn't eat it no matter what.
Then you went to school and you discovered the greatest invention since sliced bread—the divided dish. Even though the food wasn’t exactly four-star fare, they sure knew how to feed a kid! It was so much better than building moats and canals around your food like you did at home.
I’ve grown up now and I’m not so worried anymore about food borders. Although I still don’t like my spinach to get up close and personal with my meatloaf. And after all I do have plenty of dishes and a dishwasher.
What about you, is your food touchy feely or touch me not?