flawed-food magnet

The family food magnet is destined to be served any food at a meal that ha an unsightly or unsavory flaw. Take the time my sister and I were finally able to get our families together for a weekend.
We were camping out in the log cabin my dad had built from trees he cut down. It lacked the finishing touches, but we were ready to rough it together for the weekend: four adults and a half a dozen sons. While the guys checked out the weather and got ready for the day, sis and I were busy stirring up breakfast and setting the table with paper plates and plastic spoons. She used a plastic fork to stir the scrambled eggs for breakfast.
After giving the eggs one final stir, she took the fork out, laid it down and exclaimed, “Oh no, one of the plastic tines broke off and my husband will be the on that gets it.”
I looked at her in wonderment, “Really?”
“Every time,” she said and shrugged philosophically.
Ten minutes later as we all sat around the table eating toast and scrambled eggs, my brother-in-law stopped eating, took something from his mouth and looked at my sis. “You used a plastic fork when you were cooking?”
She sighed and looked at me, “Every time. No matter how many people.”
When I mentioned it to my mother, she mused, “my brother was like that. I think it’s because they chew their food more thoroughly.”
I think that some people are flawed food magnets.
When husband’s brother visits, if even one serving of food has a hidden problem, I will serve it to him. Like the time I served baked potatoes, everyone else was busy slathering butter, cheese and topping on their potatoes. He sat staring at the ugly, black center in the baked potato he had split open. the sole potato like that and of course he had to be the one received it. Since then, I’ve learned to split potatoes open and slide an onion between the halves before wrapping them in aluminum foil for baking. It’s not merely home cooked food that ruins a food magnet’s meals. A dozen of us were eating a quick supper of sandwiches made with bread purchased at the store. The food magnet chomped into his sandwich and chipped his tooth on a tiny pebble in the bread.
Personally, I think relatives predestined to be served flawed food have magnetic fields that mess up perfectly good food. Like the homemade I made every week for nine years. After it cooled I wrapped it up in plastic to keep it fresh. Once before heading out to a family meal, I grabbed a fresh, plastic-wrapped loaf of break to take and share with the clan.
The food magnet started to pick up a slice of the bread for his plate. He stopped. Cleared his throat and quietly pointed out to me the moldy bottom of the next section of bread. I was embarrassed and puzzled, it had never happened before. I am more puzzled about how a food magnet is inevitably served the defective food in the first place. If anyone ever figures that out, let me know.