Chopsticks. They feed many people. They've even fed me. Sort of. Sometimes.

I'm still learning them. The Internet could help, but I am trying to just get my hands dirty. Tonight I also succeeded in getting my shirt dirty (not much; just some splatter) when I used them at a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant recommended by people I trust when it comes to food. It was good, as food should be, and it satisfied -- for a time -- my craving for noodle soup. I could eat noodle soup for breakfast, lunch and dinner, is the thing. Mmm: broth.

I briefly got around my awkwardness with the chopsticks by just stabbing a wonton with one, but now I've learned from that tutorial I linked to that it's considered impolite to do that. Noted. I'll try not to commit wonton violence like that again.

Anyway. Slowly getting better at using different utensils to get food into my mouth. Progress is good. And it beats wasting away.