DRIBBLE-DOWN GASTRONOMY

I’ve tried very hard not to spill food on my shirt.

I now believe that I have some kind of curse.

I may buy a large bib soon.

I suppose the cause is the mindless gusto and enthusiasm I have when I eat.

The various viands slip off my tongue and dribble down my shirt.

EVERY DOGGONE TIME!

My smiles turn into frowns when I espy the fresh spots and splotches adorning my tunic, and I utter maledictions.

I am fortunate when I wear a dark shirt, or a shirt that is good camouflage for the food that just fell.

I can then just rub water into the cursed stains, and diminish them.

I’ve tried holding my plate under my chin, but the comestibles still find a way to sully my shirt.

Maybe I should start eating everything through a straw.

NO MORE DRIBBLE-DOWN GASTRONOMY!

IT’S THE OIL STUPID!