Once upon a time, my little brother was out to dinner at a nice restaurant with friends and decided to order a meal that was decidedly on the pricey side of his high school student budget. According to the menu, it was a Portobello Mushroom Burger. My brother was envisioning a burger topped with a portobello mushroom...what he got was a portobello mushroom on a bun--probably a delightful burger alternative to a vegetarian, but quite a disappointment to my brother, who, after spending all his lunch money, ended up with a mushroom bun instead of a burger.
I have always felt the tragedy of this story quite keenly. Food is something that we must rely on--and when it disappoints you in one way or another, it's awful.
Angel was very excited when he spotted a huge pile of these at the grocery store. "Yes! Limes! Now I can have lime juice on my noodles!" You see, Angel is of the belief that lime juice makes everything tastier. I do not understand this belief, but he is free to believe it, except when he squeezes lime juice all over an entire bag of Doritos so that he doesn't have to share them with me and can eat them in one sitting. Freedom of belief has to stop somewhere.
Angel bought several of these limes.
Only, he discovered upon opening one that they weren't limes at all.
What were they?
Little oranges, with a slightly sour taste.
Now we all do. Of course, this isn't a complete food tragedy because it turns out that Angel loves his tiny green oranges very much--however, their juice isn't deemed suitable for the enhancing of noodle dishes.
Have you ever had a disappointing food tragedy? Please tell me about it!