"I looked around. There were no utensils to eat it with. "Can I have a knife and fork please?" I asked. My friend stared at me with disbelief. "No, we don't do that here." You see, in the U.K., at least at that time, pizzas came whole. No slices. And you ate the pizza with a knife and fork. So I was a bit confused."
""So how do I eat it then?" I asked. "You fold it, like this," he said, showing me and bringing it up to his mouth. I think my reaction was a rather clipped "oh," in the way the Queen says it in The Crown, which sounds perfectly pleasant, but really means, "Are you freaking kidding me? What are we, animals?" But I figured, when in Rome... or New York... and started my assimilation into these strange customs. Utensil-less pizza. Very well."
I spent my first Halloween in America in New York, where a friend took me to the Greenwich Village parade and offered me a slice of pizza. I expected a whole pizza and asked for a knife and fork, only to learn people folded slices and ate them with their hands. I reacted with disbelief but adapted to utensil-less pizza. The parade near Christopher Street was extravagant and glamorous, and I admired the costumes and makeup. My first suburban trick-or-treating experience came later after moving to New Jersey with my husband and two stepdaughters.
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