Way back in my "Boy Scout" days, we had a contest at camp, where we were expected to cook pancakes over a fire, race to a spot between two trees where a pole was lashed 10 foot high, and flip the pancake over the pole and back into the pan. If you dropped the pancake on the dirt, you were expected to pick out the bark , dirt, and twigs, and then, chow down.
Surprise, surprise, we're all still alive.
I once saw an episode of "That's Incredible" where a teenage guy had no arms. This guy could remove his bread from the wrapper, butter it, place meat or whatever onto the sandwich, and spread condiments on it with a knife, all while using his bare feet. He also picked the sandwich up with the same and ate it.
I wouldn't be eating a sandwich if it touched my feet!
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North