We've all been there, most likely in a group setting - afraid to order something on the menu, knowing that we would make an absolute mess. Settling for a salad, when all we really want is a coney, chicken wings, or that bruschetta that you have to pick up instead of attempting to cut it with a knife. Like a poorly-assembled club sandwich on a first date - mayo acting like the perfect lubricant between lettuce and tomato, causing your first bite to result in the epic fall of the rest of the items to your plate. It's slow-motion...
"Yes!" (you bite into the sandwich, tasting the thick-cut-just-crispy-enough bacon)
"Noooooooo!" (a split second later as you feel the contents of your sandwich slip out of the bread)
... you look at the plate, disappointed, dropping your shoulders in defeat, still chewing that first bite. And most of all, you know.... everyone... saw that. But you know that it was worth it. And most of all, that by being wreckless in a white button-down-begging-for-a-tomato-stain you have made everyone else jealous that you were not safe with your food. You got what you wanted. You got your way. And although you may have needed a clean-up crew to come and contain your mess, you took the responsibility for your decision - making do just fine with the masterpiece that came out of the kitchen, applying more mayo (because you were smart enough to get some on the side) on the remnants. In a match, delicious will always trump prim and proper. And a satisfying dessert should be no different than the best of the finger foods. So feel free to eat - simply to enjoy.
Cheers to feeling like a grown-up... child.