My brother has not lost the touch and perhaps I have spent too much time in Mexico, where eating utensils don't seen so important. But this is my brother at the Soggy Peso yesterday tackling a plate of baby back ribs.
We recounted to each other what neat, mannered eaters we were in our youth(s). Dad took him to a dinner meeting once where cornish hens were served. Never once did he touch it. Every scrap of meat was removed by knife and fork.
I did pretty well with the baby back ribs yesterday, too. But hey, they were fork tender. I did have to goad my brother into picking up salbutes and some other foods considered finger foods. But our parents did in fact raise us to know that the only finger food is a canape.
Where have everyone else's manners gone?