Kripa proving to Uncle Bryan that he can use chopsticks - at Aburi Sushi.
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Kripa proving to Uncle Bryan that he can use chopsticks - at Aburi Sushi.
When you are invited to a Vietnamese family you should know these rules about using chopsticks to avoid awkward moments and be polite on dinner table.
‘Teach me, Senpai!’
Put ‘Teach me, Senpai!’ in my askbox and I’ll generate a random number to see what my muse will teach yours!
30. How to use Chopsticks
"Oh, man! You’ve never used chopsticks? Don’t worry! I’ll teach you, so just listen to me, okay?"
"Okay, so! It’s really easy!" She leaned forward toward the first pair of bamboo chopsticks she’d laid out on the table for lunch. Taking one of the two in the pair, she tucked it between her thumb and hand to hold it in place. "First, you take one chopstick and place it here!" She pointed to where she was holding the chopstick. "This keeps it steady and in place while you move the other one! As for that one…"
Taking up the second of the pair, she wrapped her thumb, forefinger, and middle finger around it, leaving only about two inches of space between where she was gripping and the tip of the chopstick. “You hold this one like a pencil! Not everyone holds a pencil the same way, so don’t feel bad if you can’t hold it exactly like me, okay? Once you’ve got them in place like that, you just—” Again she leaned forward, lifting the top chopstick and scooping up a dumpling from the small, black bowl on the table. “You move the top one to pick things up and the bottom one to steady!” She leaned forward then, blowing gingerly on the steaming dumpling before picking up the bowl it had come from and extending both toward the blunette trainer.
"Here! Open up!"~
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splint on my right index finger. fuck. me.
So one of my roommates/ their friends thought that it would be a smart idea to tear up a can of beer in half and still put it in the recycling bin. So when I was cleaning my fan and a screw part fell off into the bin I tried to find it and practically just stabbed my finger onto the sharp metal.
At least the doctor said there were some "favorable" conditions so I didn't need stitches, thank god.... but it'll still take at least 2-3 weeks. Maybe I should learn to be ambidextrous or something. And of course there goes $223 down the drain also.
we went out to eat japanese yesterday
...and the verdict is in once again. My level of dexterity with a pair of chopsticks is proportionate to just how pissed I am. No, not inversely proportionate.
Or maybe it just seems that way when I'm pissed.