Monday, July 26, 2010

They. Are. Everywhere.

As God is my witness, I am not making this up. I swear on a stack of bibles and my grandmother's grave. I cross my heart. My fingers are not crossed behind my back.

I think these things are following me.


So here's the story.

After church yesterday, John and I decided to do a few errands and grab some lunch. John was still yukking it up about my previous octopus adventure and chuckling over my reaction to the whole thing. We decided to go to a Chinese restaurant that offered a buffet lunch and I thought that there couldn't possibly be any foodie surprises for me there. I fully expected the usual predictable items on the buffet menu.

I was cruising around the buffet with plate in hand when John called me over to where he was standing. As I came over, I couldn't help but shriek. He doubled over with laughter.

Yes. There they were in all their..........unusualness. MORE baby octopi. What's the plural of octopus, anyway? And where are these things coming from? And why are they following me???

Of course, John immediately ladled a generous spoonful of tentacles onto his plate. And back at the table, made me watch him slurp them down. He commented that the previous pickled baby octopus was actually tastier.

Oh, brother.

We are SO eating at home for the foreseeable future.