Today I am on my way to go do some touristy thing when I pass a tapas bar and realize I am hungry and should eat something. There is a picture board of all the delicious tapas they serve and one of them is asparagus with dipping sauce and I think to myself "that sounds really good." So I sit down and get a menu. The menu is only in Catalan. So I am trying to read the menu and figure out which word means asparagus. I sit there for 5 minutes trying to figure it out meanwhile I can feel the waitress's eyes on me waiting for me to look up and signal that I am ready to order. I can't figure out which Catalan word is asparagus and the waitress is getting antsy so I figure I'll just take a guess and if its not what I meant to order, whats the worst that could happen? I mean it's not like I'm gonna accidentally order squid or anything like that. So I point to the thing that says "sivia a la plancha" figuring that "plancha" must be somewhat related to the word "plant" and I can eat about virtually any plant. I feel pretty safe with my decision. I figure whatever I order, I can eat it. I'm not picky.
Eventually I am served my dish and what did I order? Squid. I ordered Squid. To eat. I dissected a squid in 5th grade once, we took out its ink and used it like a pen to write our names. I didn't know you could eat squid. But you can and there is was sitting in front of me, tentacles and all. I had no choice. I ate the squid.
I have to stop being so adventurous when it comes to food. But at least I didn't order rabbit by mistake. I have already accidentally killed two rabbits in my life, if I had to eat a rabbit I would probably sob between bites. Poor Hester and Woody.
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