Followers of Karen on Facebook may already know what the title of this post refers to. For the rest of you, it’s this:
As neither of us speak Mandarin, we picked this dish from the picture on the menu. “Hahaha, I hope it’s not frog,” chortled Karen, as we ordered.
If you look very carefully, at the bottom, you can see toes.
If you’ve ever had frog’s legs, you’ll know what it tastes like, a cross between chicken and fish. Nice, but non-descript. Strangely, the pile of bones at the side of my plate ended up bigger than the original dish.
“I hope one of us doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night and croak,” giggled Karen, on fine form.
You’ll not get any stupid frog puns out of me. I’d never kermit such a crime.
Current Location: Xiamen
Next Stop: Hong Kong, leaving tomorrow