Proof That Friends Are Terrible Influences

It’s afternoon, and I am getting bored. The house is silent—Mom is at tea, sis is napping, and so is my younger brother. 

Ding dong! Ding dong! The bell rang. I wondered who it could be. Were my silent prayers answered? Did someone come to save me from this boredom? 

Even my steps echoed through the silent hallways. Opening the door, I found Stacy standing there with a shoulder bag, practically bouncing with energy. 

I guessed she wasn’t going to come inside. Oh well! Grabbing my bag, texting Mom, and locking the door, I left with her. 

Stacy is another one of my neighbors, and she has her on-and-off days. On her "on" days, she’s like a hyper monkey; on her "off" days, she’s like a sloth. 

Together, we headed to the nearest marketplace. After a few minutes of mindless walking, we agreed that shopping under the blazing sun wasn’t a good idea. 

We stopped at the vendor behind the mirror store and paid for two glasses of freshly made apple juice. Now that hits the spot. 

I was ready to head home when Stacy dragged me off to another vendor, daring me to try some local food I’d never had before. 

She really knows me well. I usually play it safe, but I decided to give it a try. Turning to the vendor, I asked, "I’m so ready for this! What’s the weirdest thing you have?"

I’m realizing now that wasn’t very polite. <Back to the Story> The vendor didn’t seem offended. He smiled and told us that today’s special was Spicy Brain Curry. 

The horror and disgust must have been clear on my face. In a shaky voice, I asked, "B-Brain? Like… actual brain?!" It didn’t help that the vendor laughed while Stacy yelled, "Just try it, coward!"

She’s tried all the weird local foods, but I’m not her. Anyway, taking a deep breath and mustering my non-existent courage, I took a bite. 

A burst of flavors made my taste buds come alive. The spice was a bit too much, but the fusion of herbs was brilliant. It had a scrambled egg-like texture—weirdly good. 

I can confidently say that if you were blindfolded and given this dish, you’d think it was a herb omelet. Gobbling it down, I raised my plate and asked for more—but a non-spicy version this time. 

I think my friend was shocked, but the vendor was happy and gave us a thumbs-up, saying, "Spicy Brain Curry approved!"


The house was quiet, boredom near,
Then came the bell—oh, joy!—Ding Dong! clear.

Stacy arrived, a whirlwind of cheer,
"Let’s ditch this place, adventure’s here!"

Let’s go eat!" she grinned with cheer, 
Then dared me: "Try this— dish, dear!"

One spicy bite—oh, what a twist!
Tastes like eggs (but don’t check the list). 

Vendor laughs, I beg for more— 
Who knew weird food could be such a score?


Have you ever tried any weird food? Would you dare to try something unusual—like Spicy Brain Curry