shroomgirl, I'm serious, between the worms and the Elvis-worshipping managers you could base an awfully entertaining novel in one of those places. If you were a fiction writer, I mean. Have you ever read Carl Hiaasen?
I must ask: so, how long were those worms? Was it someone's task during prep to dig them out, or did you just happen to notice them in the course of cooking? Please explain. |