Have you ever been to an unfamiliar place and tried to sample their local food?
Well , it happened to me, when I was in one of my provincial trips .
It was past lunchtime, and I was both hungry and thirsty from the 3-hour bus ride , so I decided to have lunch at the nearest eatery I could find .
It was a small shack , with bamboo seats and a thatched roof but there were many patrons , so I figured that it was a popular place among the locals ..
I called the waiter’s attention and asked him what the house “specialty” was and he said , ” it’s soup #5″
And since I was so famished I could eat a horse , I ordered what he recommended.
While waiting for the food , I looked around and noticed that the other people were eating the same thing. After a short wait, the order arrived.The soup bowl had barely landed on the table when I attacked the food with gusto.
It tasted good, a little like beef stew, however, it had a slimy, gelatinous texture. Halfway through the meal , I realized that it could have been something other than beef..
I stirred the soup bowl, spooning the minced and diced pieces of meat but I couldn’t really tell what was floating in the thick, brown soup.
So I called the waiter’s attention again and discreetly asked him what soup was made of ,
and he replied with pride.
“Miss , it’s made from bull and horse genitals”.
“Are you kidding me ?” I asked incredulously.
“ No miss. Actually, it is said to be a “virility soup” and a powerful aphrodisiac and a lot of people from nearby towns come here to be “rejuvenated”. He said a matter-of-factly.
I almost threw up right and then..I paid my bill and ran outside like the evil furies were after me..
I looked around for the nearest store ,bought a bottle of local rum and drank it like I was dying of thirst .
My hands were still shaking when I lit my cigarette a few minutes later.
I thought about what transpired and couldn’t help but think about the phrase “cock and bull” . Add that to ” could eat a horse”.