The missus practices culinary apartheid as well...she might as well be presiding over checkpoint charlie with barbed wire and floodlights when it comes to salad and rice touching. She looks like she just swallowed a toad when I mix up a big plate of stuff in a restaurant.
I don't like my food mixed 
I used to have to have a separate little plate for things like pickled beets or cole slaw or whatever when I was a kid because if it got on anything else I wouldn't eat it. And by "used to" I mean I still do 
