Living alone, I generally eat like an animal, directly out of bags and other packaging, often with my hands. But tonight, for my somewhat ceremonial meal before the Yom Kippur fast, I heated my chicken and ate it, well, um, not off a plate, but from a bowl.  With a fork.

And I used my wine glass for wine, probably for the first time, though I've had it for months.

There were still some animalistic elements, of course.

But, you know, you can chalk that up to habit and the limitations of my equipment.