What causes a person, having decided to eat some of the baked oatmeal on the stove before stepping out of the house — not in too much of a hurry mind, but hurried enough as to not grab a bowl — to start eating from the middle?

I live with this man but, somewhat to my surprise, this man is not me. To eat across the pan, or even around the edge of the pan, either of these I could understand. But to dive straight for the middle? This I cannot comprehend.

He is gone now, only the pan of baked oatmeal remains, it’s perimeter anyway.