Reminds me of a funny story about my Dad. A picky eater, his mantra was, “I don’t eat anything from the sea!” Fast forward: Mom died, Dad is “lost” and sad. He accompanies us to Europe as a diversion. First plane trip, business class… When it came time to chose his meal, he looked at what my husband and I were eating, which was smoked fish (and delicious). Knowing he would never chose it if he knew it was fish, we told him it was chicken. So he chose it. The whole time he was eating, we kept asking him how he was enjoying his “chicken”, and of course, he told us it was great! We had trouble keeping straight faces, giggling uncontrollably across the aisle from him. And of course, we waited until he was finished to confess that his dinner originated from the deep blue sea! The look on his face was priceless! HAHAHA. God, how I miss him…..
Why is it when you take tuna, add mayo, pickle relish, etc., people call it Tuna Fish Salad. If you do the same to chicken, no one calls it Chicken Bird Salad.
well-i-never over 4 years ago
Must have taken the memory foam out of her slippers.
Concretionist over 4 years ago
Around and around and around we go, and where we stop… Don’t nobody know!
Templo S.U.D. over 4 years ago
What fish has breasts and wings as well as drumsticks anyway?
DavidWilliams1 over 4 years ago
Why has no one tried to sell “Tuna of the Land” brand canned chicken?
suv2000 over 4 years ago
Chicken of the sea that is
dadoctah over 4 years ago
Well of course it tastes like chicken, Earl. Everything tastes like chicken.
Daniel Verburg over 4 years ago
Age has its benefits but also its loopholes
iggyman over 4 years ago
“Surf or Turf!”
Sanspareil over 4 years ago
It must be fishen!
Pet over 4 years ago
Ahhh marriage.
If I had to do it again…..
cubswin2016 over 4 years ago
Earl must have a fondness for sleeping on the couch.
dlkrueger33 over 4 years ago
Reminds me of a funny story about my Dad. A picky eater, his mantra was, “I don’t eat anything from the sea!” Fast forward: Mom died, Dad is “lost” and sad. He accompanies us to Europe as a diversion. First plane trip, business class… When it came time to chose his meal, he looked at what my husband and I were eating, which was smoked fish (and delicious). Knowing he would never chose it if he knew it was fish, we told him it was chicken. So he chose it. The whole time he was eating, we kept asking him how he was enjoying his “chicken”, and of course, he told us it was great! We had trouble keeping straight faces, giggling uncontrollably across the aisle from him. And of course, we waited until he was finished to confess that his dinner originated from the deep blue sea! The look on his face was priceless! HAHAHA. God, how I miss him…..
The Old Wolf over 4 years ago
These two are a match made in heaven.
Breadboard over 4 years ago
Earl next time you cook then you will know what you are eating ;-)
jpayne4040 over 4 years ago
After that conversation, Earl could not resist that last zinger! Honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to either!
joeatwork212 over 4 years ago
Why is it when you take tuna, add mayo, pickle relish, etc., people call it Tuna Fish Salad. If you do the same to chicken, no one calls it Chicken Bird Salad.
Zebrastripes over 4 years ago
The power of suggestion….
garcoa over 4 years ago
I don’t like casseroles for that reason – not sure what kind of protein I am eating.
HunterIsACriminal over 4 years ago
I used to go to Long John Silvers just for that reason; everything is fried in the same oil so it all tastes the same.
sarahbowl1 Premium Member over 4 years ago
Why doesn’t Earl get into the kitchen and cook and give Opal a break? He just sits around anyway!
zeexenon over 4 years ago
The nose knows.
jmworacle over 4 years ago
The power of suggestion.
Herb L 1954 over 4 years ago
Carp diem,Earl.Throw that fish back.Order the Clams.You might find a Pearl ;)
Homerville Premium Member over 4 years ago
Old age travails
whelan_jj over 4 years ago
Why do we frequently act as if it’s “fish” but never talk about chicken and turkey as “bird”?
Daeder over 4 years ago
With a side of pickles.
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace over 4 years ago
I never ask, just eat whatever Patsy sets before me.