Day 3

I’m totally exhausted and don’t know how much I will be able to write, so just let it be said that today was the day that shall be henceforth remembered as the day that I ate cow tonsil on a skewer. At dinner tonight Ilan and I, who have been getting increasingly more silly as the trip has progressed, decided that there was no point in having a meal that wouldn’t be memorable, so we decided to order something exotic off the menu, and cow tonsil seems pretty frigging exotic to me. We enjoyed the girls waving their hands and making gross-out noises ( I think “eww!” is the typical literary depiction of this), and when it came, we posed for a picture, looking all excited about eating something from the back of a cows throat. Ilan and I pop it in our mouths. “It’s pretty good, huh?” Ilan said, “it has kind of a different texture, but the flavor is amazing, doncha think?”

“Yeah,” I replied and cut myself some more. But I have to admit: it was pretty freaking nasty. If a Chicken McNugget and a chink of raw liver had a baby, it would have the consistency and texture of skewered cow tonsil. But I couldn’t let on. Oh no. I went out of my way to make a point of how “you’ve got to try new things!” and “later in life I won’t remember having another lamb kabob, but I’ll remember this.” Yeah, I’ll remember it. Every time I burp for the next couple days, I’ll remember those unholy cow glands. I guess that’s what you get for being a self-righteous prick.

Tomorrow I’m sticking with chicken.