After focusing all of yesterday’s lunch energy on why to occasionally eat sandwiches with a knife and fork, I have the urge to get my hands messy. My criteria for lunch today is simple: it must be something that is never eaten with a knife and fork, not even occasionally. And would you look at that, the majority of them fall under the “ethnic” category. Aren’t we civilized? Here’s what I’ve come up with:
And just like that, my high horse turns into a pony. If there’s something you only eat with your hands in private, like fettucine alfredo or gazpacho, today is the day to go public with it. You’ll need one of these, though. I’ve been through three in the past year.