Whenever I eat a chicken leg, I feel like I am a cavewoman. Let me explain... there is something about eating with my hands that makes me feel primitive, uncivilized, and I like it.
Sort of the same thing when I eat broccoli without a fork because a piece of broccoli is like a miniature tree. Did your mom ever tell you to act like you were a mighty giant eating a small village to encourage you to eat your broccoli?
Not that eating a small village is a good thing but it always made eating a little more fun.
Do you ever wonder when you're sitting at a hoity toity restaurant if someone there - who by all other means appears to be a polite, civilized member of society - isn't thinking they are a monster attacking a forest of helpless trees in order to get their broccoli down?
Maybe next time you will.
Sort of the same thing when I eat broccoli without a fork because a piece of broccoli is like a miniature tree. Did your mom ever tell you to act like you were a mighty giant eating a small village to encourage you to eat your broccoli?
Not that eating a small village is a good thing but it always made eating a little more fun.
Do you ever wonder when you're sitting at a hoity toity restaurant if someone there - who by all other means appears to be a polite, civilized member of society - isn't thinking they are a monster attacking a forest of helpless trees in order to get their broccoli down?
Maybe next time you will.
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