Evan and I were at a social event with a lot of hipster food. Everything was gluten-free. Whole forests of baked kale. Some sort of healthy versions of what normally is delicious. What appeared to be small baked cookies were actually quinoa mush-balls with unidentifiable fruit-ish fillings. Salad and salad and salad.
Then in the back, in a big bowl, there were what looked like dried-meat dog chew toys. They were mostly orange, sinewy, with some lighter-looking ligaments surrounding darker-looking muscle.
With the person who prepared all of the food 5-feet away, Evan picked up one and took a bite.
"Agh! That's horrible!"
I was serving up my own plate and quickly turned my head away because I couldn't stop smiling. For the next 7 minutes. Just a big, wide, open smile.
It was dried grapefruit.
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