Firsts...

It probably goes without saying, but I’ve had a multitude of firsts since arriving in China. I’m still pretty proud of my first blog, teaching my first class and cooking for the first time, but for this first BlogThings prompt, I really want to tell another first story…

Before coming to China, Chinese food was never my favourite. We rarely ate it at home, and the one in my college town wasn’t very tasty. I’ve mentioned before about how I regularly visited my grandparents in Tennessee. Every visit, one of our traditions was to go to an elaborate Chinese buffet that everyone really liked. (It was still American Chinese food; so don’t let my use of the adjective “elaborate” fool you.)

I always prefer a fork.

Without fail, every time we ate at said restaurant, my brother would rib me about my refusal to use chopsticks. I told him I didn’t know how; he told me I’m embarrassing. You know… the usual. For years, I told my brother I had a fork, so using chopsticks seemed like an exercise in futility.

Did I miss the mark on that one, or what?