Bad Breath

At the moment I have bad breath. I have smelly-cat breath that smells really rather foul when I burp. In fact, I damn near suffocated when I was driving home from the resteraunt. Even had to wind down the window. I disgusted myself, as up until that point, I had always maintained that only boys could smell quite so horrid.

The reason?
Of course there's a reason!

I have disgusting breath at the moment because it was a girls night out on the town. We all decided to eat at the local Korean BBQ joint that smelled fantastic. A shitload better than what my burps now whiff like. We decided to eat there simply for the fact that the three of us had been living in town for a good 5 years, and had yet to try it. Plus, it had cool twinkley lights in the window and neato looking tables.

Seemed like a good idea at the time?

In any case, it was Miss Mouth's first experience with a 'chopsticks only' meal. After coaching her through "Chopsticks 101" Bear and I decided that there were no hard and fast rules about using the tricky implements.

I simply gripped one like a pencil, and used the other to waft around and secure the object of my attention. I was a self-taught master of all things chop-stickery. I had earned this knowledge after experiencing several hungry minutes as a child wondering how I was going to get the rice in my mouth without inhaling it directly from the bowl. After going hungry for about 10 minutes, I learnt quickly.

Bear had things mastered a completely different way. Her fingers acted like pair of pliers, somehow manageing to secure the sticks with her third and fourth fingers. God only knows how she managed it, as I tried it and almost flung my sticks accross the table to the group of disapproving ladies, all who'd mastered chopsticking at a very early age.

Snob Chopstickers.

Still, Miss Mouth did very well and the teacher demonstrated her learning capacity by eating her whole spicy camalarie without demanding the waitress retrieve a fork. I think she learnt the same way I did.

Look at the food.
Smell the food.
Want the food.
Learn very quickly how to relocate the food to mouth.

So, after a shakey start, we had a delightful meal at the local Korean BBQ place. Very pleasing. The only drawback to this charming little adventure is the hideous smell that seems to be originating from my tongue. Who knew that Soy Marinade would smell so good in the wok, yet smell so damn gross in the mouth?

Oh well. I guess its yet another thing to chalk up to experience.

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