Dreaming of dinner

I found myself dreaming I was at a friend's house for dinner. It was a rather nice affair, with mashed potatoes, turkey and all the fixings. 

As I was sitting down and about to help myself to a serving of turkey, the father figure asked me if I had washed my hands in the last ten minutes. Not knowing the exact number of minutes, I made a rather evasive statement and hoped that it would go over without question. It did not.

"We'll all just sit here and wait, then," he declared, and all plate passing and serving of food stopped in its tracks.

Cursing, I got up from the table and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I got back, food service had resumed. 

I took a bite of mashed potatoes and then attempted to serve myself using the same fork I had just used to take a bite of food. I was left with my fork sticking out in midair as the plate was whisked away. Why did I not know this was going to happen.

"Thou shalt not serve the potatoes with the same fork off of which one has eaten," I quoted the edict, beating the father to the punch. "Yeah, yeah...geez!"

I waited while another serving fork was procured and dinner could resume again. I figured if I didn't play along no one was gonna get to eat, and my stomach was getting holes in it from hunger at this point. 

At this time I woke up, famished and went to the kitchen to get myself a snack. I've been sick, so I was glad that at least my appetite was coming back, even if it meant my overactive stomach acid was part of the deal. Well, better get some breakfast.