Deciding what to eat can be tricky, sometimes.

Recently, while grocery shopping, I caught sight of produce labeled “straight spinach.” My first thought was it was making a statement about its sexual identity. In fairness to all the other kinds of spinach out in the world, I moved on.

Going out to eat can be as daunting. While dining with friends at a Thai restaurant, I noticed several kinds of pad Thai. Only one was called “Enlightened Pad Thai.”

But not mine. Mine was the unenlightened kind.

Although I never know what I will find at a potluck, I usually can predict cheese and crackers, pasta salad, green salad, fruit salad, and bean mush de kush. The other day I encountered a fish out of water—fish capers. I decided fish capers were fish on an adventure. These fish caper crepes in crepe-paper capes crept across the pleated plate pleading about their plight--the fish caper crepe-paper caper that night. After popping some of the fish dish into my mouth, I told the remaining fish, “Very nutrish, not to mention delish.” They replied that they were not fishing for compliments.

Our chat made me look forward to my next food escapade. I am sure it will go swimmingly.