WW9- Uno

As I thrust my chopstick into the bowl, I capture a bunch of slimy noodles that are way too tempted to slide off of the stick. The juicy meat is a little more difficult to pick up—I either have to use two chopsticks to scoop up the piece, or stab the beef with the narrow end of my one stick. My whole table laughs and we are highly entertained by eating this meal in which we have a struggle to the finish to simply capture the smallest pieces of food. I move the chopstick covered with noodles to my mouth and slurp them all up. Eventually, my stick latches onto something that looks like a sea urchin or a tentacle of an octopus. I have no idea what this is. Scared because I’ve never seen something like it before, I place the tentacle noodle back on my napkin. I eat my noodles and converse with others at my table. But as much fun as it is eating it and as delicious the foreign Pho is, as soon as I’d ordered my meal I knew in my gut that I really shouldn’t be eating this.