Resthome staff meal: Tongue.

 Last month at the resthome, the dinner was either pasta or tongue.

"Do you want tongue?", the one (Thai) dietary worker who was passing out entrees was like.

"No," I was like.

"Okay, pasta for you," she was like, "That is four for pasta."

 She then said that only my one (Mexican) coworker would eat tongue.