I am, I said.

My dad eats everything with chopsticks.  He has for as long as I can recall.  Cottage cheese, salad, watermelon, spaghetti, oatmeal, eggs, even the bits at the bottom of soup, not to mention meat, fish, and rice.   So it’s no wonder that, after making a plate of stir fried baby Brussels sprouts, the first utensil I reach for, and use, are a pair of chopsticks.  Then I remembered I also keep and use a pair at my desk at work.  I used to think it was because of a certain “fork shortage” we have at the office.  But now I know – I am my dad.  And that’s not a bad thing.  In this case, that is.