Someone needs her own blog
The following story told by Dizzy*
Where you at??? I just have to share this with you. It’s too funny, and gross, not to.
So I haven’t had coffee in a while, right? I mean a really good, not-self-labour cappuccino (and with all the references to the good Italian cappuccinos in Eat, Love Pray, I’ve been a-craving) so I head on over to our local eatery in the business park here, meet up with Adrian for a lovely cuppa and catchup. And the coffee is soo good. Totally worth it and I get to the bottom of the cup and notice this odd cube-like thing the size of a 10 cent sweet at the bottom of my cup. I stop smaking my lips and start poking the bugger. And it has this firm, spongy consistency and Adrian takes is out of the cup and starts poking it, both of us trying to figure out what the hell it is while I try not to gag.
So then he cuts it in two and it has this weird off white, almost beige, stringy centre.
So I head on over to the counter and tell the two ladies, “Excuse me, but I found this, this THING in my coffee cup”. And they start poking it as well and then the one picks it up with her fingers, squashes it and says, “Oh, it’s a piece of chicken!”
And I’m like, “Ewww what?”
And cover my mouth as I feel myself grilling*!
And she responds saying, “What? Don’t you eat meat??”
WTF??! Clearly missing the point entirely!!
* Editor – Yeah, I’m not entirely sure what “grilling” means either.
As we say over here:
“Don’t talk too loudly or they will all want one.”
Grim! Now if I was neurotic, I would start checking the contents of the bottom of my cappuccinos with a teaspoon before drinking in future…..
Mmm… Smooth, earthy, and with just a hint of poultry at the finish- now that’s a good cup!
I found myself grilling a little just reading that. Or something.
Mm..what was it you said when you heard the story?
Sid: “RAW chicken??!”
Me: “Nah, it was cooked.”
Sid: “See, it could have been worse.”
Ah, trust good ole Sid to find the silver lining…