Crying Foul

Some things just gross me out. It usually has to do with the way something looks and it really kicks in when I'm eating. Like, I can't stand to see veins in the meat I cook. That sounds pretty reasonable, right?

Well, sometimes there really is no logic to it. Like today when I was peeling a red potato for dinner. Suddenly, it resembled some kind of skin disease and I wanted to throw up. Not only that, but I wanted to throw them all away. It was disgusting.

There was nothing wrong with them. I tried to will the thought away, but I still wanted to gag. I stood my ground and finished cutting them all, but I did not leave any peel on them. I have a standard rule. If it grosses me out and I wouldn't eat it, I cannot give it to my children. Except dark meat, I make them eat that.

So, in honor of my overcoming the gross factor, I thought I'd share a picture of something that totally made me sick while we were on vacation.
This bird is nasty. I have no idea what type of fowl (quail?) it is, other than foul. The foul fowl. Need a closer look.

Nauseating isn't it? Okay maybe it's just because it's blurry, but it was so gross I had to walk away. What do I find so repulsive? I'm not sure. The horrible horn-like thing on its head (it's blending into the ground). The awful, bumpy wrinkles. The fact that the colors on its skin were all splotchy.

It looks like a member from the band KISS who got caught in the rain. Or maybe even a bit like Heath Ledger as The Joker in the new Batman.

Whatever it is, I've got a couple of questions to ask God about this one. Maybe it's kind of like a defense mechanism. So gross you wouldn't want to eat it. It's got my vote.