November 6th

Today I was kissed. Actually I more so kissed something. Here's a hint, it wasn't a pair of male lips. No, no, I French kissed something at lunch, my meal. Normally I am not enticed by the food in the cafeteria because it is two things; cafeteria food and French food. However this lunch was different. There was the aroma of romance swirling throughout the air. It came from the right-side, where the "regular" lunches are served. It was meat, savory seductive smelling meat. I of course grabbed a plate. It was straining to keep myself from sampling before sitting down at the table, but I did so for the sake of being polite. Kate and Paula were silent as I cut and slid a section of the slab into my mouth. The flavor was delicious, but the texture was off. I tried another chunk. Yup, something isn't right here; it's too chewy for meat. I expressed this distress to which Paula and Kate confessed that my flavor dressed meat was in fact tongue. You read my right, tongue. Cow tongue to be specific. I just French kissed a cow. I suppose it had to happen one day. My reaction? "Oh so those bumps are taste buds, wonder if the denser cluster is better?" It was. The edge of the tongue, or the denser cluster of taste buds, was by far the best part. I didn't hate it, in fact I really liked the flavor. It was the texture that did it. Also the pale faces of my friends put my appetite off a bit. Try new things, I did. Now all that's left of the list of odd meats is Rocky Mountain Oysters. Random, my dorm insurance deal is finally sealed. Go me!