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Proof That Friends Are Terrible Influences
It’s afternoon, and I am getting bored. The house is silent—Mom is at tea, sis is napping, and so is my younger brother. Ding dong! Ding dong! The bell rang. I wondered who it could be. Were my silent prayers answered? Did someone come to save me from this boredom? Even my steps echoed through the silent hallways. Opening the door, I found Stacy standing there with a shoulder bag, practically bouncing with energy. I guessed she wasn’t going to come inside. Oh well! Grabbing my bag, texting Mom, and locking the door, I left with her. Stacy is another one of my neighbors, and she has her on-and-off days. On her "on" days, she’s like a hyper monkey; on her "off" days, she’s like a sloth. Together, we headed to the nearest marketplace. After a few minutes of mindless walking, we agreed that shopping under the blazing sun wasn’t a good idea. We stopped at the vendor behind the mirror store and paid for two glasses of freshly made apple juice. Now that hits the spot. I was ready to head home when Stacy dragged me off to another vendor, daring me to try some local food I’d never had before. She really knows me well. I usually play it safe, but I decided to give it a try. Turning to the vendor, I asked, "I’m so ready for this! What’s the weirdest thing you have?" I’m realizing now that wasn’t very polite. <Back to the Story> The vendor didn’t seem offended. He smiled and told us that today’s special was Spicy Brain Curry. The horror and disgust must have been clear on my face. In a shaky voice, I asked, "B-Brain? Like… actual brain?!" It didn’t help that the vendor laughed while Stacy yelled, "Just try it, coward!" She’s tried all the weird local foods, but I’m not her. Anyway, taking a deep breath and mustering my non-existent courage, I took a bite. A burst of flavors made my taste buds come alive. The spice was a bit too much, but the fusion of herbs was brilliant. It had a scrambled egg-like texture—weirdly good. I can confidently say that if you were blindfolded and given this dish, you’d think it was a herb omelet. Gobbling it down, I raised my plate and asked for more—but a non-spicy version this time. I think my friend was shocked, but the vendor was happy and gave us a thumbs-up, saying, "Spicy Brain Curry approved!" The house was quiet, boredom near, Then came the bell—oh, joy!—Ding Dong! clear. Stacy arrived, a whirlwind of cheer, "Let’s ditch this place, adventure’s here!" Let’s go eat!" she grinned with cheer, Then dared me: "Try this— dish, dear!" One spicy bite—oh, what a twist! Tastes like eggs (but don’t check the list). Vendor laughs, I beg for more— Who knew weird food could be such a score? Have you ever tried any weird food? Would you dare to try something unusual—like Spicy Brain Curry
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
