A Rose By Any Other Name

Enjoyed a lovely lunch today with Mrs. Spring.

At a newer, small family run restaurant, it was only natural to be chatting with our server. She was a perky young thing, daughter of the proprietors I believe.

As Mrs. Spring was enjoying her fresh halibut, our server was anxious to know how she was enjoying it. The conversation, with much encouragement by the chatty server, went further to discuss other types of fish, fishing, and luscious additions soon to be realized on their menu.

Mrs. Spring and I were happy to hear that there would soon be oysters added to their simple, but well rounded menu. Our Perky Server knew precisely what kind of oysters they would be serving, but she was having difficulty remembering what they were called, and stumbled on her high-pitched, sugar-sweetened voice.

Perky Server: "Oh! we'll even be adding oysters soon! Oh, um...Rah....Rah...."

Me: (jokingly) "Rocky Mountain Oysters?"

Perky Server: (as she ran off to assist another customer) "Yes! That's it!"

There still is no good first aid trick when you over-bite your tongue.

In case you're not clear about the joke, these are
Rocky Mountain Oysters:

And these are not: