When I was a kid I absolutely COULD NOT have anything on my plate touching. Unless it was gravy on a meat or a potato.
My dad used to make pork chops 'n rice 'n gravy. I liked everything on its own, but holy crap I can't stand gravy on rice, even to this day. I kept trying to like it, but finally I just gave up on it.
Too much fat on a meat. Nowadays I just cut it off, but when I was a kid I would have a fit over it. But then again I threw a lot of fits when I was a kid.
"Chewing the fat." That phrase sounds TERRIBLE.