Don’t Give Me Any Lip!

…no really, could you please take this back.

The other day Cory and I went to get tacos. I can’t remember which meat I ordered but it sure wasn’t what I received. I’d never had LIP tacos before. But to be honest, they were quite tasty. The meat was like really good pot roast except a bit more fatty. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was eating. It reminded me of the first time I had tongue tacos. I tossed one in the street when no one was looking. I just couldn’t shake the feeling of the cow tasting me while I tasted the cow. (I did eat all the lip, by the way, with some onions and lime and just a bit of salsa.)

So what’s the worst you’ve been served?

I will tell you the funniest I’ve seen served… The first time my folks came for a visit my dad ordered some sort of stuffed fish. He couldn’t resist checking to see what it was stuffed with. He shouldn’t have looked. There were tiny octopus arms staring back at him with their little bitty suckers. Dad couldn’t stop yelling, “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! Mary, oh my goodness!” The Pruett boys thought dad was very funny. Little did they know he wasn’t trying to be.



Only in Mexico ... :)

I don't think I could have eaten it!

cemotosnack said...

When I was in Portugal I inherited an English student from an AIMer that went back home after his time was up. The pattern he had established with this particular student was to read the paper a little bit and then go eat. The student had some coupons for buy 1 get 1 free at this soup kitchen place. They only had two choices, one was a fish type thing and the other was what I got. I don't like fish. And apparently I don't like tongue either. When we sat down I really got a good luck at my choice. I could see the taste buds. I had the same thought as you ... what I was tasting was tasting me. I couldn't eat it ... I just tried to put it in different piles to make it look like I had.

I also ate a BBQ caterpillar once. Texture is an issue for me ... I bit it into and that was all she wrote.

Terry Rush said...

When mom and dad would butcher a cow on the farm they would fry the tongue for a meal.

Smelled up the house.

Gave me the shivers.

And that octopus thing reaching back at me when in Guadalajara still gives me the creeps.

Grannie Annie said...

Hmmmmmmmm....perhaps next time we come, I will stick with the quesadilla.