I tore the bag of Fiddle Heads open with a gush of pungent steam. Angus popped a can of Utica Club and put it next to my plate. He popped another for himself and sat down. Now, from my recollection of family events, Angus is a wolfer. He eats quickly, barley tasting anything.
Some men are like that.
Food is food and the less fancy the better for faster refueling. But this was a meal that you couldn't eat fast. You can't eat a Trout fast unless you like bones, and I don't think Angus had ever tasted Morels or Fiddle Heads before, much less, anything like the Thai dish. He'd have to spend a little time chewing to get accustomed to these new tastes if only to decide if they were edible or not. Angus said in taste bud shock.