The Elephant and Butter

To my ultimate credit, I have decided to eat all my meals for the next month with my left hand instead of my right. This decision was made last night over a plate of Thai drunken noodles. In a flash of cognizance with no known source, it occurred to me that for practically my entire life my right hand has dominated every meal requiring a utensil. Unsurprisingly, my right hand is fantastically adept at all sorts of actions, while my left hand generally rests on the table as if miserably near-dead. Dear god, what have I done?! No hand deserves a subaltern status. So begins my uplifting project of giving my left hand a month of hot attention.