oh
my
gawd.
i came home happily after school, sat down in the kitchen (or plopped down in a blue, white and black mass) malu saunters along and asks me to try her new dish - it's some mass of white meat that resembles chicken. and she claims that it is CHICKEN. so i ask for 3 more pieces and woffle the stuff down :)
. . .
then she comes over, sits down and -
malu: how is it?
me: great, great... is this for dinner? i want some more :)
malu: okay! *gets some more*
me: *eats some* are you sure this is chicken?
malu: yaaaa what else can it be??
by this time, i can sure as HECK tell its not the poor little bird i've been feeding on for most of my life. and my suspicions are growing way faster than my appetite is. so i ask again, she says no its chicken. i furrow my brows and say that i'm not talking to her again if i find out its not chicken.
and so she revealed it to me -
the LEGS of that THING.
NEARLY DIED. I HAVE A STRICT SELF POLICY AGAINST EATING EXOTIC OR NEAR-EXOTIC ANIMALS. and i almost went bulimic and wanted to get the stuff out of my system. i'm sorry, i REALLY don't like anything that can hop around - be it, grasshoppers, RABBITS (how can you eat something you've reared as a PET??!? D:) and most of all, the Croak-Croak!!!
i'm never trusting any food on my plate until i know for sure what it is...
i won't make a very good guinea pig for escargot, urchins, horse/rabbit meat, esoteric China dishes, FRIED INSECTS (!)
basically, i'm no inquisitive anything-i-will-eat little kid. or Irish ten-year-old boy ;)
