Zombie Dinner

I just got done with dinner.
Mom and Dad, you would be proud.
Not only did I eat a boiled artichoke, I also ate brussel sprouts.
Chileans are serious about the clean-plate club, and I am a proud member tonight.
As the girl who formerly hid peas beneath her plate, under her napkin, and in her nose, this is quite an accomplishment.
So I ate a lot of vegetables that I would have retched up in a previous life.

And then I ate... well I don't know what it was exactly.

But it looked like brains wrapped in corn meal.

For real.
I was intimidated by this dish, but mind over matter, I ate it.
It was warm and tasted very bland and mushy, slightly burnt on the bottom.
I hope my own brains aren't so tasteless.

My host mom's description of the dish was not very helpful; granted, foods are hard to describe.
Go ahead, try it.
What is chicken casserole?
Now try to explain that in Spanish.

Your listener will hear something like this:
Cluck-cluck
Paper shredder
Creamed cow
Mushroom babies
Crying vegetable

See what I mean?
So I don't know what I ate.
Oh well, at least in case of a zombie apocalypse, it looks like I can survive on braaaaiiiins.

(BRAAAAIIIINS!)

P.S. Today's blog brought to you by the letter Z
P.P.S. "Zombi" = Zombie in Spanish