Sesame Balls

I was hanging out at my friend Nittany's place.  Nittany's wife, the Lioness, had brought Chinese buffet food home for Nittany and their cub.  I was about to leave for my own Friday night dinner date when Nittany ran to one of the containers and grabbed a sesame ball.  "Oh my GOD, I love these!!!" He graciously, enthusiastically offered me one.

This other time a few months ago, I tried a sesame ball. It had the texture of one of those foamy squeezy stress balls, and a taste that sickened me.  I had expected like a savory fritter or something but I can't even describe the taste.  I liked sesame cookies, and sesame bagels, and sesame tahini, and I had heard so many wonderful reviews of the sesame ball that I popped it in my mouth whole. I instantly regretted it, doing the scrunch-up-the-face, try-not-to-gag thing that I also did when I tried to eat Gigantor, the raw oyster as big as my hand.

So when Nittany offered me the sesame ball, I politely declined.  No, wait, I wasn't polite.  I scrunched up my face and said, "Bleecch! No thank you!"

"WHAT is your problem?!  These things are DELICIOUS!"

"No, no, no they're not."

"How can you not like sesame balls?"

"Look," I said, "stop pushing them on me.  I like sesame, I like balls, but I don't like the two together."

We were both speechless for a minute.  "I gotta go.  Bye!"  I left.

Comments

[dejalurker]

They are delicious!