The world is my oyster... sort of

-by Catherine Mylinh
Oct. 23, 2008

Steve took me out to dinner last night. He was in the mood for Thai. I wasn't really feeling it but reluctantly agreed to come along. It'd been a long week and I needed the break.

We ordered seafood tom kha soup, papaya salad and a garlic fish dish with brown rice.

The soup arrived shortly after the salad. As I slurped away, I noticed a lovely mussel glimmering in the coconut broth. It was calling my name.

I quickly scooped it up before Steve could get to it, used my chopsticks to pry it out of its shell and began to devour it. Then all of a sudden, CRUNCH! I'd bitten into something so hard it nearly took my tooth out.

I spat it out and it made a "ding" sound upon hitting the plate. Steve and I both looked at it. It was kind of... well... shiny.

We picked it up, wiped it off and were delightfully surprised. It was a pearl!

I'd found a pearl in my soup!

People are telling me this is a good omen, like somehow I am lucky. We'll have to wait and see.

In the meantime I'm already pestering Steve about taking me out for Thai food more often. We're going to be ordering a lot of Tom Kha soup. After all, what am I supposed to do with just one pearl? Mama needs a new pair of earrings!

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