Double ammendment

Few days ago I was told that duck tongues are not supposed to be eaten with cartilague. Oops. Apparently, they are to be held from the base and bite the meat off the more bony part, leaving the latter on the plate. So basically it was like putting a whole crab's leg in my mouth and chewing it until I was able to gulp it.

No wonder the waitress had that weird look on her face when she took the completely empty dish. My reasons for eating the tongues whole was the following:

(Waiter comes to take the order)

W: What would you like, sir?

B: Give me dish number 201, please.

M: (Frowns, then smiles, leans over and speaks as if he were addressing a baby) that is duck tongues, sir.

B: I know: I want them.

M: (Writes it down on his sheet of paper, shaking his head disapprovingly as if he were saying "ah, stupid gwailos, why do they ask this things if they don't eat them".)

So, when I had the tongues in front of me, I decided not to give him any reason to think like that, thus eating everything on the plate. Oh, well.

Second ammendment: thanks to my dad's prompt e-mail and Favina's comment on the Spanish version of this blog, the red flowers a couple entries ago are called Poinsettia, or Christmas flowers.