i've always prefered to eat with my hands. i don't really love utensils. although i don't mind chopsticks. they seem to be finger extensions more than a fork or a spoon. it feels like utensils create a disconnect from the food for me. it puts me at a remove from choosing each piece that i take a bite of. utensils turn into little shovels for me. but when i pick a piece of food with my fingers and pop it in my mouth, it seems i'm able to savor it more. i like to sip soup from the bowl. and pick up carrots individually be they raw or cooked. i don't use dressing on my salads anymore because i love eating handfuls of baby greens. last night a huge bowl of baby greens was my meal. i tossed bits of bagel in olive oil and salt, and then fried them in a little more olive oil. that was my dinner. it almost feels like i'm sitting down with a big bowl of popcorn or chips. but it's so much better that it's a salad. it's becoming more and more often that i choose meals that allow me to savor them with my fingers. and i'm eating more and more meals just with my fingers regardless. now i really see the food i'm eating, feel it, and enjoy it!! and i don't have to worry about my mother's scolding anymore. well, not too much, anyway.
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