We were at a far Eastern friend's place for what to this point had been a truly excellent dinner. We were talking about movies and movie stars as the host brought out dessert. I looked down to see my dessert dish filled with about 3 ounces of quivering gray goo. I tentatively toyed with the dish with my spoon before raising it to my lips. I gave it a discrete sniff, found it to be odorless and then gingerly tasted it. Unfortunately it was not tasteless. It had a distinct oily and slightly fishy flavor.
The host looked at me for approval, and not wanting to seem rude, I put the entire spoonful of the goo into my mouth, just as the rancid aftertaste started to set in. At precisely the moment I realized that the rancid goop was shot through with crunchy granules, the heavily accented host asked:
"Do you like cat brain schit"?
I two simultaneous thoughts:
1: So that's what it's made of.
2: The name fits.
After downing the vile spoonful of goop what I actually said was:
"What"?
The host repeated:
"Do you like the actress, cat brain schit"?
To which I replied:
"Oh, Cate Blanchette, yes we like her"!
Now when the Centrist CCW and I are confronted by odd foreign foodsorts, we refer to them as "cat brain schit".
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