Sandra played a nasty trick on me the other night. With a vegetable.
Or whatever edamame is.
She told me that I would love it. So that night while she was away, Will and I decided to give it a shot. Well, I did. Maybe he was in on the trick.
I put the whatever it is in my mouth and began to chew. And chew. I almost choked to death on it.
This can’t be right.
I pilfered through the trashcan for the bag hoping it came with eating instructions. Here’s a lesson. If a food requires a manual, avoid it.
Indeed it did have a how-to eating guide.
Don’t eat the pod.
What? I have to shell this thing before I eat it? I’m over shucking oysters and maybe peeling shrimp and this, this thing is a vegetable.
I don’t think so.
Surely Sandra knew this when she raved how much I would love it. How can a person be so wrong?
I have to reexamine everything that I thought I knew about her over the past 33 years. Or have aliens body snatched my dear wife and replaced her with an evil clone bent on my destruction?
Pray for me.