Ok. I was going to have updated by now, but then there is the whole issue of resizing my images which seems to be a problem with my three programs. You see, I know what I want, but inevitably I spend way too much time trying to make it look right once they are uploaded to the web. And I've spend no less than three days fighting with it, only to find out that there is nothing I can do to make the quality better short of getting a better photo manipulation software. When I find it, I'm ditching these three old ones.
But that's not really why I'm on here. It's just because I'm here with my precious little girl eating paper thin slices of rare roasted Spice Rubbed Sirloin Tip, Sweet Potato Frites (fried in nutty red palm oil with a touch of ceyenne), and a green salad with apples, almonds, raw gruyere, and a spicy mustard vinegarette. Yum. Main problem being that Father isn't here to enjoy this Sabbath quality meal with us. *Sniff, sniff* MMM.
The second concern is the difficulty we always have eating salad. I don't understand how anyone can be expected to consume a lettuce salad of any kind with a fork (especially off a plate) and come out of it clean or retaining all of their dignity. I mean really. Stabbing lettuce is futile. I know that lettuce salads are probably not regular fare over in the orient, but the chopsticks are far better suited. And to give credit where it's due, my husband is the ingenious one who pointed this out to me, for which I am ever grateful (when I remember to get out one of the twenty or so pairs that we have, before I have covered myself in splattered dressing or starved to death in the process of trying to impale my greens on the tines).
And while we are on the credit thing, my youngest brother gets the prize for getting me to learn to use the brilliant sticks in the first place. His first time using them he was attempting to pick up his water glass with them before the meal was over. No lack of ambition. And, not to be outdone, I quickly learned to use them too. They actually do a better job than a fork for many jobs. In fact, after remembering my husband's trick, I quickly dropped the fork altogether and finished my roast and fries with them too.
Now, Ice cream could prove to be tricky, but no less tricky than with a fork.
So there, word to the wise. Never use a fork when chopsticks will do.
p.s. Levi just reminded me that he was actually the one that got my brother to try chopsticks. So, I guess he gets to be the man there too, in a round about way.
Posted by oriel at January 13, 2007 07:32 PM | TrackBackHah - laughing me head off. I'm in the car, driving back from the tradeshow in ATL, and I'm checking out your blog (all sing together "I just love technology, not as much as you, you see; always and forever). Can't stop laughing at the idea of you splattered in dressing, and the memory of Ria trying to pick ice from his glass with his newly acquired Skills. Chopstick skills. I bet the gangs all want him to join, and you.
Posted by: Levi at January 13, 2007 09:09 PMYum!! I love those roasts!! You must be more coordinated or patient than I am because I have never lasted long with the chopsticks. Perhaps the cavemen had it right. Just pick it up and be done with it! LOL!! Seems to work for Isaac! The trick with greens for me is to have lots of other spearable (is that a word?) foods in the salad so you can poke the lettuce and spear it into something more firm (cucumer, avo, egg, etc.)
Posted by: sarah at January 19, 2007 08:54 AMword to the wise: when eating asian foods, never use chopsticks when a spoon will do. :)
Posted by: ian at March 5, 2007 11:29 PM