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Went to a Halloween party last Saturday, started out good with everyone surprising everyone in the darkness and with faces that shone only in the candle light. Ha ha. No pumpkins but we have orange balloons on the floor in place of that. Was expecting the halloween theme to go right through to the selection of food, maybe like a couple of bloody-looking tomato dishes. Nothing close to that and it was really tame, normal food we had.
Left early because there was another dinner appointment. We went to a Japanese restaurant. Nobody was celebrating Halloween there but the food that we ordered give us more gag than we bargained for.
To explain a little, it was one of those restaurants where a lot of Japanese go to and thus the menu was mainly in Japanese, with little English. We read no Japanese, so we just order whatever that seems exotic.
The first one that made us leap from our chairs is one that is called ‘milt’. Forgive our lack of vocabulary but we didn’t know what milt was and so when it came, we stared at the dish and then at each other. Mouths agape, half hoping that the dish might have been for the next table. Well, no, it’s for us. We asked the waitress what milt was, and that was when it dawned on us why the dish looked like the way it is looking at us… Okay, to clarify, it was the sperm sac of a cod fish. It’s supposed to be a delicacy. And, and! It’s not cheap. So happen that we chanced the season for that. My dinner companion was in a dilemma whether to eat it or not because mentally to him, it will be as though he is eating another male’s b*lls. To be honest, it tasted nothing like the other protein we imagined, and it was actually quite nice when eaten together with the sauce that came with it.
Then we had fish. Yeah! It’s called a sweet fish. I started with it’s belly. The white texture didn’t seem like flesh to me. My companion said it’s fish eggs. Okay, then I carried on to other parts of the fish. It’s still the same whitish-grey pearlly texture. Wow this fish is heavily pregnant, I thought. My companion explained that it’s probably the spawning season. At the end of it, the fish was truly full of eggs and there’s very little flesh to fill our stomachs.
Next, we had gizzards. Normally I don’t take that, but no harm trying. They came in the form of sticks stringing a few of them together and grilled over the fire. I believed they are chicken gizzards because they are quite small. Didn’t want to know too much detail then, especially when I was about to pop them into my mouth. What I understood was when you grilled these organs over fire, the outer skin tend to tighten and reveal partially whatever that is inside. So, the first piece at the end of the stick reminded me of the cranium of the other ‘head’ (of our male species)! WELL, FORGIVE ME. Our dinner was of the wierdest concoction, thanks to our choices, so you CAN’T BLAME ME for having a wild imagination while looking at my food!
I thought this meal was a more fitting meal for the earlier party.
Left early because there was another dinner appointment. We went to a Japanese restaurant. Nobody was celebrating Halloween there but the food that we ordered give us more gag than we bargained for.
To explain a little, it was one of those restaurants where a lot of Japanese go to and thus the menu was mainly in Japanese, with little English. We read no Japanese, so we just order whatever that seems exotic.
The first one that made us leap from our chairs is one that is called ‘milt’. Forgive our lack of vocabulary but we didn’t know what milt was and so when it came, we stared at the dish and then at each other. Mouths agape, half hoping that the dish might have been for the next table. Well, no, it’s for us. We asked the waitress what milt was, and that was when it dawned on us why the dish looked like the way it is looking at us… Okay, to clarify, it was the sperm sac of a cod fish. It’s supposed to be a delicacy. And, and! It’s not cheap. So happen that we chanced the season for that. My dinner companion was in a dilemma whether to eat it or not because mentally to him, it will be as though he is eating another male’s b*lls. To be honest, it tasted nothing like the other protein we imagined, and it was actually quite nice when eaten together with the sauce that came with it.
Then we had fish. Yeah! It’s called a sweet fish. I started with it’s belly. The white texture didn’t seem like flesh to me. My companion said it’s fish eggs. Okay, then I carried on to other parts of the fish. It’s still the same whitish-grey pearlly texture. Wow this fish is heavily pregnant, I thought. My companion explained that it’s probably the spawning season. At the end of it, the fish was truly full of eggs and there’s very little flesh to fill our stomachs.
Next, we had gizzards. Normally I don’t take that, but no harm trying. They came in the form of sticks stringing a few of them together and grilled over the fire. I believed they are chicken gizzards because they are quite small. Didn’t want to know too much detail then, especially when I was about to pop them into my mouth. What I understood was when you grilled these organs over fire, the outer skin tend to tighten and reveal partially whatever that is inside. So, the first piece at the end of the stick reminded me of the cranium of the other ‘head’ (of our male species)! WELL, FORGIVE ME. Our dinner was of the wierdest concoction, thanks to our choices, so you CAN’T BLAME ME for having a wild imagination while looking at my food!
I thought this meal was a more fitting meal for the earlier party.
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