I’m quite a capable woman in many things, but one thing I’ve never mastered in all of my 53 years is the art of using chopsticks. I’m quite happy to be taught by anyone who wishes to teach me, and so many patient people in the past have showed me how to hold them, how to maneouvre them to pick up food, then move the food from plate to mouth.
But alas, my fingers do not obey. In desperation, my youngest daughter bought me a pair of chopsticks joined together at the top with a spring, like a giant clothes-peg. But still, I cannot use them, still my food refuses to be eaten and falls to earth before ever meeting my mouth.
As a result, I’ll quite happily ask for cutlery when frequenting any oriental-style restaurant – sometimes my fellow diners may accuse me of being a spoil-sport, although those who know me well appreciate how hard I’ve tried over time to master the use of chopsticks, without success, and tend to find my fumbling foodie foible highly amusing! 🙂