I’m really not trying to be petty; but, good grief, she has bad table manners.
Part of the hazing ritual at West Point dealt with enforcing table manners. We learned not to hunch over the table - rather stay at least one fist width away from it. Of course outting one’s forearm on the table for extra food shovelling leverage was not allowed. And small bites were required...take a look at the load her drag line hauled up. Finally, after insertion of fork into pie hole, the next task is chewing. One is supposed to put the fork down and chew. One that bite is swallowed, carry on and pick up the fork again.
Do I eat like this every day? No.
Do I eat like this at banquets and formal settings? Yes.
Of course, that was after they taught you not to eat with your hands, to chew with your mouth closed, to drool into the spittoons by the side of your chairs, and not directly on the table, etc.