Why? And does it matter what the thing/situation is?
Eat the best thing first so the rival sibling doesn’t steal it.
Also if your food spills or somehow gets contaminated, at least you have the good things already inside you.
Eat the best thing first so the rival sibling doesn’t steal it.
lol fuckin real. Only the strongest get the good flavor from the variety pack.
Take my share and then nibble at it for half an hour while the sibling looks at me, having eaten their portion in a minute.
It’s vibes based
Mix it up sort of person. Eat some chips, then some fish, then some salad, circle back to chips, and so on.
This is what I do. Some of the good stuff up first, then save the rest of the good stuff for last. Kind of a shit sandwich, but with the best bread.
Depends if time makes the best part worse, like anything fried.
Evenly distribute the good with the bad type person, dinner, work, working-out, anything really.
Definitely situational, but in a vacuum I’d save the best for last.
If I apply this to work, I do the “hard” work first, which means whatever job is the most odious, tedious, heavy-liftingest, pain-in-the-assest, that’s getting done and over with so the rest of my workday is easy.
I’m the opposite when it comes to food. I have zero willpower.
I’m a ‘I don’t do false dichotomies’ type of person.
I used to be a “save the best for last” kind of person, but that’s changed over time as my total capacity to do certain things has diminished I want to focus first on the stuff I like the most.
Save the best part for last when my brothers aren’t around to steal it. My family thought it was hilarious when they did that.
Do the best part immediately when they are around.
I grew up in a dictatorship. Because of shortage of nice things, we became ABC eaters. Best for last. My ex pointed it out one day. So if we got frenchfries and a sausage, french fries first, sausage last and the sausage was considered the best so it was always last. Over 4 decades later, its french fries, salad, then the burger.
I am sorry you had to go through that growing up. It makes perfect sense that would influence your first/last desires.
Such is life. The hardest part, and something I’m still actively unlearning, is how we were taught to eat in boarding school. You had under three minutes to finish your meal. If you didn’t, you threw it away. It was crappy barely cooked food. It was a terrible way to live. That was what my 4 years of high school taught me.
Years later, I was having lunch with my niece and nephews when one of them commented, “Look, Uncle eats like those guys in prison.” It stung, because it was true. And honestly, the time limit was only part of it. The worse lesson was that if you didn’t eat fast enough, bullies would finish first and grab your plate. So you learned to eat quickly while keeping your head up, always watching your back.
Last.
I use the trail mix philosophy in most situations:
Eat the best item first and then all you’re left with is the best of what is left. Ie - eat all the m&ms first 🤣
First. I’ve always been “save the best for last”, but I’ve spent my entire life regretting never getting to the good part. I deserve better
You do deserve better. I am glad you can see that now.
Easy, good parts first so you then eat the good parts of the ones that choose later.
