So while on my flu (potential) deathbed a couple of days ago and not having eaten for 36 hours I asked the wife for a cheese slice and small pack of those Ritz crackers. Shouldn't complain, that's exactly what she provided and left. When I roused myself up onto an elbow to get a feed...no plate. It's not possible to juggle six small crackers while upwrapping a cheese slice so ended up eating the cheese slice first, then opening and eating the crackers. The magic has gone it would seem. Must remember to mention eating aids in the future.