Pearls Before Swine
I love food. This is normally an awesome thing. Unfortunately, the flip side is that whenever something interferes with my enjoyment of food, I get really annoyed. Witness dinner last night. I ordered a large bowl of mussels in spicy garlic sauce, expecting to have a grand ol' time picking out and slurping up the tasty morsels. Instead, I wound up chewing each mussel gingerly, wondering if *this* one would be the one that broke my fillings. By the end of the meal, I had discovered some 10 pearls in the bowels of my mussels. Now, the discovery of pearls in a shellfish would normally be cause for some felicity. Alas, due to the circumstances of their discovery, all I could bring myself to feel was a wry, bitter amusement; and the resentment of a hungry man denied the pleasure of unbridled consumption. XD