Blake says I eat like a 12-year-old.
Well, it's true. I've been known to have a big bowl of ice cream while I'm making dinner (and one after dinner, too, for dessert). I consider a handful of cheese nips to be a good anytime snack. And, I won't say no to the occasional fruit snack or Cadbury cream egg.
So, last night when Blake was confused as to why I sat us each down with a bowl of ramen and a fork, "Wait, you eat soup with a fork?"
"What do you do with the broth? Slurp it?"
I felt vindicated. I am slowly culturing him to my ways.
Editor's/Writer's note: That was the first time I've had ramen in probably four years. I don't usually buy it, but I just-so-happened to have it in the cupboard, and my throat just-so-happened to be sore enough that it sounded like just-the-right-textured-thing to eat.