I'm Not In Kansas Anymore
I was having a conversation with the chicken-sandwich-maker guy in my neighborhood today, and a small part of it went a little like this:
Me - "Hey, what's your favorite food?"
Chicken-Sandwich-Maker Guy - "Uh, I don't know... (thinks a minute)...probably sheep brain."
Me - "What?" (I start to laugh, thinking he's kidding around.)
Chicken-Sandwich-Maker Guy - "Yeah, it's really good. You cut open the head, take the brain out, soak it in some water, then put it in a soup. It's really good."
Me - "That's...nice."
It was then I realized I really am in a foreign country. I'm just thankful there are chicken-sandwich-maker guys here, otherwise I'd be eating sheep brain.
