Not the tune, the eating utensil.
I can't remember if I used chopsticks in Cambodia or not.
Last week I ate at a Thai restaurant and opted to use a fork over chopsticks. I was briefly teased about it, with someone making the suggestion maybe I didn't know how to use chopsticks. But that wasn't the case. I was on my way to a job interview and wearing a nice dress. It didn't seem like the right time to risk a chopstick and noodles malfunction.
I'm actually fairly decent with chopsticks. In fact, I'm really good with chopsticks. I don't remember how or why I gained this skill, but nonetheless, I'm just as good with chopsticks as I am with other dinner utensils.
But for the life of me I can't remember if I normally ate with chopsticks in Cambodia or not.
How ridiculous is that? I ate 3 meals a day there for 4 weeks and 3 days. And almost all of those meals included rice or noodles. I remember eating rice and noodles until I never wanted to eat them again. (And yet managed to come home and start eating ramen on a regular basis for the first time in my life- often with chopsticks here in my own home!) But I have no idea if I used chopsticks in Cambodia.
It is strange how the memory can play tricks on you like that.