When I was little, my mother taught me how to use a fork and knife. The trouble is that Mother forget to teach me how to stop using them!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Kids today and for the last 20 years have held the fork and knife in unbelievable ways. They hold the fork with a fist and the knife like a saw and they shovel it in. It doesn't matter to them which way they hold their knife and fork. They eat every which way. I'm amazed they get food into their mouths at all.
I kind of picked up the game at an early age. The way that other kids would learn what a fork or a spoon is.
I've realized you can use a fork as a spoon if you use it rapidly enough.
People come up to me all the time and ask how I stay the way I am, and it's no secret. The first lesson a chef needs to learn is how to handle a knife; the second is how to be around all that food.
I'm probably borderline OCD. I insist on having all objects at right angles to each other. So a fork has to be at a right angle to the knife on the table. The salt and pepper pots have to be placed close together. Only recently have I started to notice it's a weird way to behave.
I remember so clearly from when I was five years old, my mom and dad arguing over - not over whether it was better, but whether it was proper or whether it was correct to eat with a fork or to eat with your hands, like we do in Sri Lanka. Proper. Like, what is the correct way to eat?
I've been my mom's kitchen helper since I was a little kid.
My grandma taught me how to hand-sew, so I'm always making things from hand-me-downs.
I learned how to make an endoscope using a Swiss Army Knife, a cell phone camera, cell phone, and chewing gum.
As a child, I'd help my mum cook, and it was ridiculous - she had the correct gadget or utensil for everything. 'Stop! Don't use that, I have exactly the right utensil.' After I left home, I survived on cup-a-meals and never saw myself as being like her. Now I've become her.