What the hell am I eating?

It has always amazed me how people are so willing to eat something when they have no idea what the heck is in it. Truly puzzling. But maybe not knowing is better sometimes. At a restaurant, for instance. We usually DON'T want to know what non-food ingredients might have found their way into our meal, either by accident... err, especially on purpose.

Eww.

The other day as I was eating the sticky rice I'd bought at the grocery store and realized that most of it wasn't readily identifiable.



The mushrooms were obvious but I still have no idea what the other things were. That round one was kind of nuttyish. I'd like to say it was a filbert, but since I have no idea what a filbert is, I can't conclude that very confidently. I figure the flat thing was some kind of Chinese shoot. My biggest concern, however, was that freaky brown thing on the fork. My God, I really really DON'T wanna know!!!