“It tastes like burnt hair and mango chutney.”
That’s the other half of the reason tribbles are so ecologically successful… they taste so awful that even a starving raccoon won’t eat them.
It could have turned out much worse. She could have declared your fashion sense to be unpaletteable.
To a king, ostentatious is the point!
Beam us up… directly into a level 5 containment field in Sick Bay, where we can expect to undergo 14 days of complete isolation. And, since the ship is dealing with another bout of tribbles-in-the-food-synthesizers, all we’ll have to eat for those 14 days is a crate of war-surplus Romulan combat rations.
If I’m reading the tombstone correctly, “1990 – 2020” so her dad died at the age of 30. Wouldn’t that make her too young to marry legally?
As the young Space Cadet asked with horror about Duck Dodgers’s bathroom, “What does he do in there?!?!?”
All the important elements argon!
I would have expected a different plant entirely: Typha schrödingeri.
Exactly. Gagh and racht are Klingon foods; the closest Earth equivalent would be earthworms. They are a delicacy best eaten fresh (actively squirming) and one character commented that “nothing’s worse than half-dead racht.”
We had the same rule when I was growing up… enforced but honored if we truly didn’t like what was offered.
I think it’s a good approach… my brothers and I ended up with fairly eclectic tastes in food. Toasted crickets? Sure, bring them on (had them as a bar snack in Laos).
I haven’t, however, yet had to try gagh or racht, so I don’t know how I’d do with such exotics.