It was a typical Friday night, stateside. I eagerly awaited the opportunity to chat with my husband online. Since he is currently stationed in South Korea, I should have suspected that he might have other plans.
And he did.
He and the fellas were planning a day trip to Seoul. Their aim? To purchase, then ingest, an octopus immediately after it had been killed.
I make it a point not to eat anything that's still moving on principle. In addition, there's the yarf factor to consider. What on earth, I wondered, could have possessed my normally discriminating husband to want to eat something like that???
I can only assume that some kind of man-ultimatum had been issued. This was the result.
As my husband said of the experience: "No matter how hard I chewed, it was like I wasn't chewing it. So, I had to force myself to swallow it."
Oh, the blech.
For my part, I wasn't too upset with him for ditching me Friday night. After all, how could chatting with me compare to such a texturally and culturally enriching experience? Seeing the clip also made me infinitely more grateful for the lovely meal my mother prepared last night. We had ham. Nice, dead ham.