When knitters use the term “frog” we generally mean the act of ripping our WIPs, not the actual slimy amphibian creature. Unfortunately for me, and perhaps amusing to you, this post is not about the knitting frog.
Tropical frogs like this green and blue one are cute, but it does not make me want to hold and cuddle them. Furthermore, as a former vegetarian of 10 years, I certainly would not eat one. Hell, I still have problems eating beef, pork and even some chicken.
Last night, I went to eat with my godmother at a wonderful LA restaurant known for its spectacular dim sum and seafood. My godmother ordered a chicken clay pot dish. When the dish came out, I took a piece of the chicken. I thought that the pieces were cut rather small, even for the small wing that I selected, but I ate it anyway. I was surprised that the chicken was tough and cooked differently from other chicken clay pot dishes I had before. It wasn’t very good, so I didn’t eat anymore of it. Several minutes later, my godmother realized that the waiter got the order wrong (either that, or his Mandarin was not very good) and had sent us theFROG clay pot instead! Ewwww! I tried not to think about the tiny “chicken wing” I ate and focused my attention on the conversations and the yummier food on the table, like the lobster.
However, as I drove home by myself after dinner and without other distractions, I could not help but think that the wretched piece of “chicken” that I ate was more akin to this ugly thing. I felt so queasy. My hubby’s response to my frog-eating experience was “yummy,” because he’s a frog-lover. Having been duped into tasting it, I can say that it is horrid and does not taste like chicken at all. (Hubby and other frog-lovers have told me that frog tastes a little like chicken.)
Ugh. The reminiscing is making me feel icky again. I think I’d prefer to suffer the pain of frogging an entire sweater than to eat another tiny frog leg again.