Oh wait. I ordered it. Yes, at the pho place near my work, I got nutty and ordered my pho (noodle soup) with beef and tendon. What that meant was that my soup came with something that looked like chunks and slices of fat. But, when eaten, they were surprisingly (to my white, suburban, mac 'n' cheese-raised palate) good. An interesting texture, somewhat resistant to my bite but not tough. The flavor of, well, the soup. I ate a number of pieces and now two things are clear:
1. I'm happiest when I don't think too much about the fact that I had tendon soup for lunch. And …
2. I have no idea what tendons are made of. I need to find out.
1 comment:
Ewwww.
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