It’s all Luns’ fault. Besides introducing me to the pleasures of food from other cultures, he forced me to learn to eat with chopsticks.  So today, while I was out enjoying Mongolian BBQ with Mom, I decided, on a whim, to try to eat with chopsticks to see if I still could, expecting to switch to the fork shortly.

I ate the whole thing with the chopsticks. I am oddly proud of this accomplishment.