I just made some great chicken for dinner. It was delicious.
Then, I ate alone and it wasn’t weird at all.
When I eat alone, I can eat how I want. Not that I don’t eat the way I want when nomming in a group, but when chomping solo, the napkin becomes optional. I’ll change the channel on the TV using the tiny knuckle of my pinky finger because my hands are covered in bar-be-que sauce. (more…)