“Delicious! Best I’ve ever tasted.” proclaimed my host, the Emperor of Japan.
I almost puked just looking at those frothy, deep-fried, tempura caterpillars and their egg sacks. Yet the media would have had a ball with the diplomatic backlash.
My brain went into overdrive trying to concoct some way of getting out of the pickle in which I found myself. I’d even trade these delicacies for a bottle of those nasty dills my mother-in-law bottled and sent us every month.
And then, all eyes were on my cleavage where insects and dribble had settled.
“Tantalizingly delicious!!!” exclaimed the Emperor, drooling.
Photo courtesy of Madison Woods…for Friday Fictioneers.
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More food and cleavge for thought! Incidentally I love the sunshine song under your blog name. My nephew used to sing that to me on the phone. He would leave it on my machine if I wasn’t home. Now he’s all grown. No more songs for aunty.
Lily
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ha, ha…food and cleavage. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere. hugs for sharing the similarity with “You are my Sunshine.” That’s exactly what my daughter is to me…as I’m sure you were to your nephew. And still are…
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Wow! delicacies! Is difficult to believe, but in some countries these disgusting things are eatable!
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I’m half-Chinese, but was born and raised in America. Had I lived in Hong Kong where my father was from, I’m sure these so-called delicacies would have been a staple. As it is, I would truly puke were I to even see them.
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This is very fun! Insects, and drool and emperors, and cleavage and and and … It all builds up to a big smile. Thanks.
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ha, ha…your comment is…the happy ending to my story. 🙂
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Oh, so well done. Reminds me of the stories of guests having to eat sheeps’ eyes as “delicacies” in the Middle East. Yuk! As for cleavage, in my case the food would have ended up on the floor. 🙂
janet
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ha, ha. That might’ve been me up until a decade ago. Being pleasantly plump means a plumpier bosom. I’d give anything to have everything fall straight down the front of my blouse again. So don’t be sad…be happy. 🙂
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So even the Emperor of Japan is a breast man?
And unconsciously you thought of your mother and got yourself out of a pickle… I get it.
Randy
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ha, ha…a very astute person, you are. I’m Asian…half-Chinese, half-Hawaiian. Growing up in Hawaii, I observed the reaction of Asian men to women in general. I think I can safely say…Asian men in general are…boobs. Having said that…hope I don’t get myself into another pickle. Neither my mom nor my mother-in-law are here to bail me out…
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Ha.. yes this could be some weird delicacy.. but maybe there are ways of spicing it up a little.
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I think the boobs did just that. Don’t you?
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Insects and dribble, how utterly delightful. 🙂
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ha, ha. Glad it tickled your fancy, Sandra.
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Hugmamma, That was funny. 😀 Great twist at the end. 🙂 —Susan
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Funny is always a stress-reliever. Except in Robin Williams case. Poor man, he must have been suffering so beneath his total body funny bone. Very sad…
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Ah, a little feminine diversion! That usually works. Nicely done. 🙂
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Feminine diversion… Love the metaphor. I must remember that when I’m ever in a jam. Except at 65…not so much..a feminine diversion…my cleavage, that is.
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Yuck. Could just imagine this.
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Yuck! I can’t. Makes me want to vomit…
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