Get any group of children near a piano, and there’s a good chance that one of them will start to play ‘Chopsticks’. It’s a fail-safe piece that anyone can learn by ear. There are ‘how to’ versions of it on YouTube. Marilyn Monroe played it in the film ‘The Seven Year Itch’.
Using chopsticks to eat, however, is an acquired skill requiring fine motor control, patience and practice. And I haven’t yet got the knack. Here in Hong Kong for a brief stopover en route to London, we went to a lovely restaurant and ordered a meal. It duly arrived, looking and smelling delicious. Then the fun started.
‘It’s a very healthy way of eating,’ commented my husband, ‘because you eat slowly.’ Agreed. One bite per five minutes, preceded by chasing each dainty morsel around the bowl many times while making numerous attempts to secure it. The pristine, snowy-white tablecloth was getting splattered with sauce. Waiters looked on with pity; other diners looked askance. Oh dear… Finally, our waiter could stand it no longer. Knives and forks were brought to the table, to the relief of all.
Chopsticks on the piano? Not a problem. But chopsticks at the table are a real challenge. Anyone fancy a pizza this evening…