The Vaginatarian
During a fancy-smancy dinner party last Saturday evening, I cast aside my aversion to seafood, and took the plunge. As part of the multi-course meal, we dined on avocado halves with cheese, bacon, and tomato...a phyllo shell salad with veggies in a cream sauce...and then...grilled scallops in a dill yogurt dressing. We also had succulent prime rib and scalloped potatoes and a chocolate orange cake filling with cream icing.
Yes, I ate the scallops...well one and a half anyway. I felt like I was really braving new territory...plus I didn't want to offend the chef/hosts. I passed on the jumbo prawn though.
So just because I dined on some 'fish', doesn't mean I'm going muff diving anytime soon.
One of "J"s neighbors actually advertises the contrary. On a bumper sticker he proudly proclaims, "I'm a vagina-tarian". Lovely.
posted by "W" @ 7:19 PM
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Congrats on the bravery. Are fish less scarey when they're dead or was it all peer-pressure? I bet Lindsay Lohan is already getting out her appointment book.
I'd still have been sitting there with a half-chewed bite of fish in my mouth, watering eyes, and a gag reflex in full swing. I just can't do it. I've tried. It sends me into vomit mode quicker than anything. Now, about those bumper stickers....
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