Debatable Edibles at the Pot Luck Dinner

 

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Debatable Edibles at the Pot Luck Dinner

That dip indeed looks most delicious—
one of many lovely dishes
spread out here upon the table.
I’d eat them all if I were able,
yet, I admit I am suspicious
of this and several other dishes.

I fear that they may harbor fishes—
foodstuffs far outside my wishes
of consumable provender;
for fish of any size or gender,
no matter how incredible,
I’ve always found inedible.

Tuna, marlin, salmon, cod
are flavors that I find most odd.
Clams and lobster, oysters, shrimp—
brand me as a seafood wimp.
Anything with gill or fin
I do not choose to put within.

No horseradish or mayonnaise
can shield me from the pure malaise
that befalls me when I bite into
a canape I’ll later rue.
You cannot hide that fishy flavor
to turn it to a taste I’ll savor.

Many others  have met defeat
when trying to get me to eat
anything from sea or lake.
It’s a mistake I just won’t make.
So keep your ceviche and dips.
I’ll make do with potato chips.

The prompt today is suspicious.

It is also appropriate for Smorgasbord, which is the June 13, 2018, prompt for Ragtag Daily Prompt today.

16 thoughts on “Debatable Edibles at the Pot Luck Dinner

      1. Dangerspouse

        LOVE IT!!

        I even love fish jokes:

        What did the fish say when it swam into a wall?
        “Dam!”

        There were two fish in a tank, and one said to the other “You steer. I’ll fire the gun.”

        Where do you find the most fish?
        Between the head and the tail.

        *sob*

        I can’t believe you don’t like fish….

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  1. Christine Goodnough

    I hear you. I always say it’s because I’m from the prairie. We never had seas or seafood here. Beef, pork, chicken. I do like plain old fish, mind you, just not shellfish or those curvy little things that make me think of cutworms. Bob’s mom told me once that Dad liked oysters but they looked like baby mice so she wouldn’t touch them. I picked up her prejudice instantly. 😦

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        1. lifelessons Post author

          My father’s parents were both Dutch. My mother was Scottish. My dad ate fish and my mother did, occasionally, if it was battered and deep fried in a restaurant. She never cooked it. Both my sister and I hate fish.

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