Finger Food
Sri Lankans eat with their fingers. I don't mean dainty-like finger eating either. After spooning the food onto their plate, they proceed to dip their fingers into the delectables upon their plate. This plate may hold food like rice, chillis, beets, onions, and curries. Once the plate is full, they begin to massage, mash, press, pick, grasp, mess and squash the food together. Then, when mixed perfectly, they ball up a golf ball size of the mash between their fingers and proceed to press it into their mouths. This is all done with their right hand only.
Between bites and while chewing, they continue to mash and squash. Rice and goop sticks to their fingers right up to the palm of their hands. If they carry on a conversation, they stop mashing and eating, but keep the messy fingers dipped in the plate, awaiting a break in the conversation. Yesterday, my queasy belly came close to wretching as I reluctantly watched those fingers with rice and spice stuck on them, snaking around in the food. "How uncivilized, how disgusting, how gross," said my ethnocentric self between heaves.
Tonight, at dinner, I decided, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." So, after filling my plate with vegetables, chicken curry and string hoppers, my fingers took the plunge. I mashed and moved, masticating the food long before it hit my mouth. Horrified, ethnocentric Bill looked on disgustedly and considered the future of our relationship. I for one, never found food tastier.
Long live Rome!
Between bites and while chewing, they continue to mash and squash. Rice and goop sticks to their fingers right up to the palm of their hands. If they carry on a conversation, they stop mashing and eating, but keep the messy fingers dipped in the plate, awaiting a break in the conversation. Yesterday, my queasy belly came close to wretching as I reluctantly watched those fingers with rice and spice stuck on them, snaking around in the food. "How uncivilized, how disgusting, how gross," said my ethnocentric self between heaves.
Tonight, at dinner, I decided, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." So, after filling my plate with vegetables, chicken curry and string hoppers, my fingers took the plunge. I mashed and moved, masticating the food long before it hit my mouth. Horrified, ethnocentric Bill looked on disgustedly and considered the future of our relationship. I for one, never found food tastier.
Long live Rome!
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