As mentioned before, we don't have any silverware in the apartment yet (one of my other roommates arriving later this month is bringing some), so for awhile I have to make meals I can eat with chopsticks, my hands, or a wooden spoon.
Eating spaghetti with chopsticks is weird. The food still tastes delicious, and I have no problem handling it with chopsticks. It's just that, there's a disparity in my brain between the two things. Something feels off, as though my mouth keeps expecting something different every time I take a bite. It keeps my mouth on its toes, I guess, if mouths had toes.
Nevertheless, I'm going to have to come up with enough chopstickable meals to last me through the week.
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