Food

I haven’t posted anything in quite a while. I had a hard time coming up with topics. I was making a sandwich this afternoon when I realized the perfect topic is right in front of me: food. I tend to make a mess when I eat food that doesn’t fit naturally into bites. Also, since it’s difficult for me to cut things, I often prefer food that’s already well organized. That way, I can use only my strong hand and a fork to eat.

That’s why when I need something “polite” to eat, outside or with a stranger, I’ll often order a short pasta or a big-chunks salad. They’re all fork-ready, and allow me to concentrate on the conversation. But when I’m alone at home, I cook myself spaghetti. I roll my fork slowly and forgive myself for the stains on the shirt.