An importance, when feeding, is the explosion of flavour the kind that is given free reign to explore and dominate the taste buds. That moment when the mouth is enthralled by an obscene abundance of flavour that cannot, and must not, be forgotten.
Of course, the bigger this explosion the better the experience and the longer it lasts the more satisfying. Ergo, ipso facto, it is necessary for the plate to be piled high and the mouth crammed to capacity. I mean a half empty mouth is as ridiculous as half filled lifeboats with the Titanic sinking in the background. A man’s needs are simple why must sensibility deny us this pleasurable sin?