Tastes Like
by Michael C.
Keith
Mable Hauser went to the
grocery store to do her weekly shopping. When she
got there she realized she’d left her list
at home. Rather than make the trip back to get it,
she figured she’d be able to reconstruct it
as she went up and down the isles.
The first isle contained
International foods, and while she never stopped
there, this time she figured she’d check it
out. Halfway up the isle she saw an item that
caught her eye. Headcheese . . . yes, she
thought. Cheese was on the list, so she
put the package into her cart.
Next she came across
something called Mountain Oysters. My husband
loves the shellfish at restaurants. I’ll get
these for him. A special treat, Mable decided,
placing the can next to the headcheese.
As she reached the end of
the International food isle, one last thing
caused her to stop because it struck her as
particularly interesting. Looks like a crispy
pasta. Hmm . . . “Cambodian delicacy,”
it says. I’ll make a real exotic dinner for
Charlie. He’ll never expect that, she
thought, carefully setting the packet beside the
headcheese and mountain oysters.
The idea of preparing a
unique meal for her husband so excited Mable that
she decided to cut her shopping short so she
could get back home to ready the special feast.
At the dining room table, she unveiled her
innovative repast with great ceremony.
“Ta-da! You
always say I feed you the same old thing. So I
decided to give you something very
different.”
Starving, her husband
enthusiastically dug into the three plates before
him.
“Wow, this is
delicious. What is it?” asked her
husband.
“Goat skull, sheep
balls, and spider legs,” she answered,
having Googled the foods when she returned home.
Her husband stared at her
in disbelief. After a long pause, he finally he
spoke.
“Jeez, honey, the
sheep balls are especially tasty.”
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