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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.