Rainy days

It had been a long rainy day. Cloudy and overcast with no warmth or happiness shining down. I was chilled to the bone. The air was heavy with damp air. I dragged myself out of my warm bed where I had been studying and made my way to the kitchen. I sat down to dinner with low expectations and received a bowl of pipping hot soup with noodles and cilantro floating and savory aromas watering my mouth. Yesss! A perfect day for chicken noodle soup! I. Was. Pumped! It was flavorful and tasted just like home. Each spoonful spreading heat throughout my body. Like an internal blanket. Mmmmm mmmmm goooood. I was relishing my dinner when I realized the chicken thigh in my soup had toes. And toenails! I burst into laughter, stifling it with my napkin, a cough and a nose blow. But I couldn't stop! I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to regain control of my giggles. I understand that chicken foot stew is no anomaly. However, I never have chosen to make it or eat it or say "I'd like the chicken foot stew, extra nails please." Noooo. I am fine, A-OK with regular, little bits of muscle. I returned to the kitchen determined to eat the comedic foot. It was no laughing matter. I took a deep breath and held up my foot. It was then I happened to see Leslie going-to-town on her foot, sucking the skin off each toe, her face covered in foot bits. Like a child with an ice cream. She was just as happy and just as messy. Well this send me over the edge. I saw those little toe nails ready to tickle my throat and the uncontrollable giggles started again. I shoved a tortilla in my mouth, but choked on it. Then I was gagging and laughing and not eating the foot. I kept envisioning what the foot would look like with red toenails.
Even after they took my bowl with a mangled 1/4 of the way eaten foot away I was still laughing. Very inappropriate. I am a terrible person. They had a good laugh themselves after asking how I liked it I replied, "It was very good, but was a little difficult." Dificil. Apparently, not a common word used to describe food. Cracked them up. I am a pretty good eater. I can usually get anything down. But tonight Chicken foot won. Bastard. I'll conquer it sometime. Have no fear. Watch out chickens. Your toes are mine.
Even if they taste like crap.