In China, there’s a plethora of weird food to eat. Last week, we dined on donkey. It wasn’t our idea, but that of our Chinese friends. They too have a taste for the odd.
I couldn’t help to think I was nibbling on Shrek’s side kick.
The meat itself was sort of lack luster. Grey slices of lean jackass loin fanned out on a plate, garnished with moo shu wraps and your all-purpose tangy dipping sauce. The donkey du jour looked like something served on the economy class of a plane or what you’d find in the large rectangular space of a Hungry Man TV dinner, minus the brown gravy and side of apple slices.
Donkey-indigestion was expected after this epicurean odyssey. It included hee-haw style burps to gas that could wake the dead–in a different galaxy.
Needless to say, after eating a mule that night, Jeff burned one.
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A few years back, I worked on a free lance writing project where I had to come up with four hundred tasty food descriptions for everything from chocolate lava cake to popcorn shrimp.
To make the project even more of a challenge, each appetizing phrase had to be under ninety type written characters which didn’t leave much room for drool.
Now if I had to write one of those descrumptious descriptions for donkey, it would be this:
Order something else.
I would still have seventy keystrokes to spare.
September 10th, 2011 at 5:09 pm Pete is very disappointed in you.