Growing up in Republic, Washington does not afford a person many opportunities to use chopsticks. And being a glutton doesn’t facilitate adopting new and foreign utensils later in life—for every sweet & sour chicken ball you drop, someone else is wolfing down two. And this is how it is that I arrived in China being a novice chopstick user at best. I’m pretty sure it’s causing me to lose weight. And my fumbling is horribly embarrassing.
But chopsticks, though you may be my archenemy now, I vow, in this very blog post, to make you not just an ally, but also a friend. We’ll check back in on our progress in a month.
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