As a NYC kid, when the doorbell rings in the evening, I've come to know it's "dinner time." Tonight "the man" brought Japanese food, so I tried my hand with my
new chopstick holder on some broccoli...
When it came to the rice, though, I knew I couldn't shovel it in at the proper pace without a spoon.

どうぞめしあがれ ("douzo meshiagare!")
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