They just have other obsessions. Until I was about 13, I wouldn’t hardly stop to eat. Baseball was too important to me. I didn’t even want to stop to come in and eat. I cared a lot more about developing a curve ball than where one could get the best sweetbreads.
I was terribly skinny. My mother begged the doctor: "Dr. Solomon, make him eat."
"He’ll eat, Mrs. ScreenBear…don’t worry….he’ll eat."
He was right.
Some folks carry their other preoccupations into adulthood and never do develop a discriminating palate. Food to them is fuel. When they run low, they think to fill up.
Good…more food for us.