Remember those days when our main utensil was our hands? The feel of the food rolling and squishing between our pudgy little fingers. Knowing the texture, smell and taste before the food even entered our mouths? If it weren’t socially unacceptable I think I’d like to eat every meal with my fingers.
Master Quinton was sure having a jolly good time squishing and munching on his mac n’ cheese this weekend. My favorite part is the yellow ring his hands left around his mouth, from shoving as much food in as possible.