The Breadstick Test

You said there was a bunch of food waiting. Found a wooden booth table in the corner. Right in the middle sat a heavy glass jar stuffed with long, crispy breadsticks. Perfect targets. I shimmied up past a silver napkin dispenser and hauled myself over. Snagged a dry stick with both arms. *Snap.* It broke clean in two. Dry pause. I tapped the jagged edge directly against my open teeth. *Tink-clack.* Splendid salty crunch. I rattled off three quick bites just to hear the brittle vibration buzz inside my jaw. *Crunch-snick-crunch.* Food is wonderfully noisy. I approve.