A celebration of all good things that can be piled on toast or crostini is prefaced by praise for the hand.
I find something intrinsically “right” about eating food while holding it in my hands. It is as if this is how food was meant to be eaten all along, with knives, forks, and chopsticks being part of a parlor game that somehow got out of hand. I certainly enjoy the feel of the food in my fingers, and no doubt aspire to the primitiveness of it all.
“Out of hand” indeed.
“Bakery Goods and Drinks”
Real Fast Food
from the American edition as you can tell by the spelling.
And so for day 2286