The Ab-Cat and I were having dinner together this evening. A scrumptious grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Scrumptious might be a bit exaggerated, but what can I say? She had a hankering.
No one else was eating. The Boy was at work, Mousey was at swim practice, and Honey was leaving for BSF. That’s when he casually mentioned that he had tasted something unusual at work last night.
Since we had just been talking about fish AND elk, I was at a loss as to what it might have been. He then announced “alligator tail”. I did not see that coming.
And, darn it all, if he didn’t forget to bring his leftovers home for us to taste. I will so graciously pass, so that others may benefit.
Ab and I both said ICK, or something along those lines, followed immediately by “what did it taste like?”. My guess was chicken. He said pork.
He said a guy from work brought it in. He had bought it at Kroger’s. Who knew you could get the exotic while Krogering? Let’s GO!
Our conversation took a turn towards grosse food and Ab said that Peter, the Canadian nephew/cousin, could TOTALLY be on Fear Factor. He felt sure he could win. I just learned that today. It sort of takes the pressure off when cooking for him.
We all agreed that we could NOT WIN on Fear Factor. Ab said she could be disqualified by zucchini. I would not be able to handle smelling all that nasty stuff and Honey would be “auffed” by a nice, juicy steak, if it had mustard, mayo or vinegar on it. He has this little bitty problem with condiments. He won’t even sit next to The Boy at a restaurant if he has ranch dressing on his salad.
I guess we all have unadventurous palates. I am going to speak for The Boy and Mouse as well. Cause he would be out if they made him eat cauliflower, and she would not be able to choke down any kind of beef. Let alone something TRULY HEINOUS.
On a lighter non-gross note, we are all anticipating TV tonight. “Chuck” returns and “The Terminator” and “Heroes” have been most exciting. The DVR will be smokin’!
