Food as a moral signifier?

[sawyl]

I don't normally bother with dairy milk, so on the rare occasions that I do buy it, I almost always forget about it until it's just about to turn. Strangely, I think that this makes it taste better. Is this a sign of moral turpitude? Because eating eggs on the turn is definitely a bad sign:

The executioner insists his breakfast omelette be prepared only from those eggs precisely on the point of blossoming into chicks and, prompt at eight, consumes with relish a yellow, feathered omelette subtly spiked with claw. Gretchen, his tender-hearted daughter, often jumps and starts to hear the thwarted cluck from a still gelid, scarcely calcified beak about to be choked with sizzling butter, but her father, whose word is law because he never doffs his leather mask, will eat no egg that does not contain within it a nascent bird. That is his taste. In this country, only the executioner may indulge his peversities.

Carter, A., "The Executioner's Beautiful Daughter" in Fireworks

For the record: no, I don't like omelettes; and yes, my dislike of them predates my first encounter with Angela Carter.