DEAR MISS MANNERS: I stick out in front. When salad dressing drips off my fork, it never reaches the napkin on my lap. It lands on my blouse. I eat slowly, making an effort to shake excess ...

The next time she asks for “a taste of that” smile, grab your plate, cut her off a piece and then hand it to her. Dear Abby: My ex-husband and I share a 3-year-old grandchild through our son.

I am always frustrated when I am served a dessert topped with a scoop of ice cream on a flat plate with a fork. The ice cream invariably melts and is impossible to eat, especially if the pie is warm!

After all, I’m not a food specialist but, rather, an eating specialist. Eating well is more than the food you put on your fork. It has to do with how you think and feel about food.