Caution. This one’s a gross out. But if you’re looking for calorie suppression after your turkey feast, then by all means, read on.
My last post hinted at the culinary delight of discovering hair in one’s food. That led my brain down an undesired pathway. What other gross things have I found in my fare?
I won’t bore you with the times I’ve spotted a hair nestled in my solids and sauces—that flowerbed’s already been trampled. Instead, I will impress you with other fine finds. Impressive not only because of what I’ve discovered, but impressive because I’m still able to eat.
Is That An Ice Crystal In Your Shake?
As a college student, I didn’t own a car, which in North Dakota can prove challenging. Therefore, I rode my bike everywhere, for as long as the weather would allow. Beyond that, it was the bus and the kind acts of my work buddies, including my future husband, who was undoubtedly my favorite ride.
In the summer, after a long biking trek across town, I’d often treat myself to a Dairy Queen. One day, while hot and sweaty, the need for a vanilla shake consumed me. After paying for my frozen delight, I leaned against my bike and sucked and slurped until the last drop. But in that last drop, something tickled my tongue. An ice chip, perhaps? But ice would dissolve in the heat of my mouth, wouldn’t it? This tiny morsel did not.
I spit the bit into my palm. Well, what do you know? A fingernail! Maybe from the Dairy Queen herself.
Hey, I Said No Black Olives!
During my residency, my husband and I maintained our strength by consuming large amounts of Mexican food. We couldn’t get enough of the stuff. But while we both fancied burritos with all the fixings, Mr. Rubin declined the black olives.
On one occasion, however, an olive slipped into his tortilla. Or at least, what appeared to be an olive. If olives have wings, eyes, and legs, then an olive it was. If they don’t, then my dear husband almost swallowed a fly.
Something For Your Boo Boo?
Other than a butt-load of calories, one wouldn’t think chicken Marsala and mashed potatoes would be dangerous. At least I didn’t think so when I ordered the dish off the menu one day. But apparently they are, because my entrée came with a safety net. In the form of a band-aid.
Well, wasn’t that thoughtful? Who cares if it was already used?
What fun items—living or otherwise—have you found in your food?
All images from Microsoft Clip Art