My friend Emily has been participating in couchsurfing lately. The other week she had a nice French couple stay with her. I was over at Emily's house doing some work on my laptop when they were making dinner, and they asked me if I would like to eat with them. I thanked them and sat down to eat with the couple and Emily. They didn't cook anything for their meal and had a tomato and onion salad with some avocado on the side. There was also some good bread and some brie cheese (my favorite!). There were some slices of some very baloney-looking meat that I couldn't quite identify, as well. They had wine, and Emily and I had juice since neither of us drink alcohol. We ate our meal and enjoyed pleasant conversation that was a little difficult because their English wasn't completely fluent, and our French was nonexistent.
Before I left that evening Emily and I discussed the meat. I told her that I thought it was a type of baloney, and she said that it wasn't baloney as she hates baloney, and she would know if it had been baloney. I also told her that if they left the brie cheese behind, I would be happy to finish it off for her if she didn't want it.
The next day as I was running out the door for church, Emily sent me a text message telling me that they had left the brie and the wine and the rest of the leftover food. She also told me what the meat was that we had eaten. It was raw turkey bacon.
We ate raw turkey bacon.
I didn't recognize it because I don't know that I've ever purposefully purchased, cooked, or eaten turkey bacon (I mean, why?). And so every time I thought about it that day, I laughed to myself that I had eaten raw turkey bacon for dinner.
The moral of this story is: when in a foreign country, make sure you know exactly what it is that you're buying to eat.