When I was a kid I used to watch in awe as my Dad chowed down on a sandwich he made with liverwurst or other deli items (usually a Dagwood size, if you recall what that was and if you are too young to know about a Dagwood sandwich, well, just think huge). He would rub his hands together in anticipation, open his mouth as wide as he could, and take these monster bites, rolling his eyes and moaning with pleasure. He didn't restrict his great white shark bites to just sandwiches either, just about anything he consumed was done in a manner that suggested it might be his last meal.
Of course, later on when my mouth could handle it I too started eating like my Dad, a way that I convinced myself had me enjoying food more. I didn't just pick up this eating style during my stint in the Marine Corps, although I ate fast because I either had to or was in a hurry to get somewhere. The marines will tell you "eat all you want, but eat all you take". (more…)