So the other day I went dining with some friends to an Argentinian diner.
So some of you reading may already know of the dish I am about to address...
All in all it was a lovely dinner, and I had great fun hanging out with friends.
But this is story time, so there is some embellishment to the actual significance of things here.
Now perhaps you may be one to think just as I did: that this tasty sounding item on the appetizer menu called 'Sweet Bread' sounded like a tasty bit of baking, and a pleasant way for a somewhat safer exploration of a new type of cuisine.
I like to try new things, but foxes are cautious, and I am no exception.
So I ordered the 'Sweet Bread', and a sausage sandwich called choripán.
Now, I know sausage is probably every part of several animals, all ground up, and secured in an elastic casing we don't talk about in polite company. But I expected that at least.
When they brought me my sandwich and a dish of some sort of what looked like chicken, I thought to myself, "Oh, how nice, they even serve it with bonus meat. But where's my bread?"
They should bring that out shortly, I decided, and tried a bite of the sandwich, which was quite tasty. And some of the squishy, fatty, chicken-y meat substance served beside it. I thought this was awful chicken, and politely choked down a large bit of fat. The waiter was very nice and I did not want to offend anyone's cooking just because it was strange to me.
Besides, it was bonus chicken.
But it was not chicken.
When the waiter stopped by later I asked him about my bread, wondering if they had forgotten it, and he pointed to the 'chicken' plate, "That's it." "Oh, okay, thank you," I said as what this meant sank in, and I became suddenly much less hungry.
"Oh no... no no no no no, what did I just eat? 'Sweet Bread'? I think I've heard this before..."
Now in general, people seem to have no problem with something like 'flank steak', for example, so I knew it had to be something less desirable to eat than a cow's ass. (Which flank steak is not, oddly enough. The actual part that could be considered 'ass' is called the 'round'. Go figure.)
All I could remember is that I felt 'sweet bread' was so named for the same reason 'Rocky Mountain Oysters' are called something to which they have no relation. Except perhaps being meat... of some sort.
So I was having a little trouble swallowing at this point, because my imagination has a much more significant effect on my stomach than my taste-buds do.
Dreading what I had just swallowed, and what I now felt sliding inexorably toward my stomach, I became concerned this may be brain. Maybe it's just because of zombies, but I think that's a bit too creepy for me to want to try.
I expressed my slightly concerning curiosity at this point to my friends with whom I was dining. One was quick on the draw, and pulled up the information on my mystery dish and related to me some of the details.
I must admit I lost track of them somewhere after 'pancreas' and it became simply a haze of various organs I did not want to have just eaten.
But 'Waste not want not' is my motto, and however undesirable, this was considered by some, food, and should not be wasted. Unfortunately, I could not bring myself to eat any more, but I did manage too keep what I had down, so I can at least say I survived my unwitting culinary adventure.
I still prefer to think of it as chicken. Which it is not, but this delusion is easier to believe than the bread one, because that squishy dish had nothing to do with 'sweet' or 'bread'.
Although to be honest, I cannot recall exactly what it tasted like, besides regret.
And maybe paprika?
I still left a good tip, 'cause it wasn't their fault I didn't know what I was ordering XD
More art is inbound! I just decided to try finishing some of it free-hand, rather than with vectors, so it's taking a bit longer than I had planned. And work on Scraps will continue in full swing soon, now that my schedule has been made a bit less chaotic.