My hands hold the utensils properly. In my dish, a well-cooked barbecue, exactly as ordered. With his left hand I go forward with my food, until the holder that it maintains, is embedded in the flesh. I continue with the right hand, where my sharp knife, which goes in search of making a cut near where the fork is introduced into the food.

Thus, with the chunk of meat section of the rest, the utensil table that is used to prick has the free way to get closer to my mouth. Meanwhile, I prepare to swallow the piece of churrasco; separates my upper teeth of the lower, so my lips accompany this movement. Finally, the crowning moment requires a lot of concentration. The piece of food carefully goes between my molars, which were closed to prevent the escape of the latter to remove the fork. This completes the first phase.

My teeth tear the portion of churrasco living in my mouth at this point, carefully dividing it into smaller segments. On the other hand, and at the same time, my tongue rolls for my taste buds enjoy the flavor that my brain will interpret as exceptional. Now, when my molars finished their work, driving my tongue, making an acrobatic movement, the tiny chunks of meat at the bottom of my stomach. In this way ending the second and final phase.

To consummate the exquisite dish in front of me, I come to endlessly repeat the process before detailed.