We just got back from our after church lunch at Scotty P’s (a greasy chili covered burger place). And, I tell you what, Alina has some weird little quirks. I have seen a lot of them, but it is true that you don’t really know a person until you eat a greasy chili burger with them. Instead of picking the burger up, like a normal person, she leaves it on the plate and uses a fork and knife to eat it as if it’s a steak or something nice. But it was a chili burger, I mean the bun is there as a holder for the meat and cheese. The point of the bun is “to make meat a portable item that can be picked up and eaten with one’s own hands” (dict: dw), that’s the point. Your not supposed to use a fork and a knife to eat it, that’s why God gave you hands and gave man the mind to create the bun so that using your hands while eating meat can be OK.
The other thing that she does that drives me nuts when it comes to eating happens when she eats salad. First off, she orders the dressing on the side (which, by the way, defeats it’s purpose, if something is called dressing, that means it’s purpose is to be put on to something), but that in and of itself is not that crazy, but it gets worse. To eat the salad, she gets her fork and dips it into the dressing (maybe that’s where the dressing comes into play; it is dressing the fork after all), and then picks up some salad with her fork. She doesn’t pour the dressing onto the salad, she dips her fork into the dressing and then picks up salad. I think that’s just crazy, and I know where she gets it: her mother (I’ve seen her do it too).
I’m glad that I’m perfectly normal and don’t have any quirky things about me, I mean at least one of us is normal.
