Balut is a fascinating food. I don’t want to try it even once.
Found on the front desk on a night shift. These sounded so terrible I had to try a few just to satisfy my curiosity. A sort of vaguely waffle shaped puffed corn snack with such an awful synthetic flavour I think it will keep me wide awake the entire night shift. I think this is why my nursing colleagues eat this sort of stuff on night shifts! ‘Straight outta Chompton’
This caught my eye at the grocery store the other day. Pink pineapple from Costa Rica in a fancy box for $7.99.
Balut is tasty, but I don’t need to eat it again. I might eat it if somebody else is buying. Then again, I might not.
Balut is a bridge too far for this guy. I thought about trying it the first time I visited the Philippines, but I realized I would never have the courage to dig in.
It may be a character flaw. When I went to the Lutheran dinners, I usually ate the Lefse, not the Lutefisk.
Nah. No point eating anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. There’s no joy in that.
I ate escargots, frog legs, and sea barnacles when I was younger. I can’t say I enjoyed the idea.
I wouldn’t be able to tell the differences among frog nuggets, rabbit nuggets and chicken nuggets, from the taste.
The idea of eating frogs and rabbits bothers me a bit, so I won’t go out of my way. At the same time, I’m not bothered if someone used leftover rabbit in a pasta sauce or risotto.
The idea of frog meat bothers me more than the idea of rabbit meat
I haven’t knowingly eaten horse, iguana, guinea pigs, turtles, bear, or squirrels, and I have no interest. My cousin served me moose sausage, and I ate it to be polite. I wouldn’t seek it out or pay for it.
I have no interest in eating fermented shark, seal, live baby octopus, or balut.
I, too, will only do lefse; meatballs, anything but the lutefisk. Tried it, hate it, forget it.
I was born and raised in Uganda, where grasshoppers were fair game to be eaten. They collected en mass around street lamps, where they were easily harvested. I can’t remember who cooked them for us, but my mother refused to eat them, so as kids we used to hide them in her rice; never fooled her! I loved to eat them.
I love most offal. Veal sweetbreads are wonderful, as are veal kidneys in mustard sauce. There is a famous Goan dish called Sorpotel, that contains a variety of pork organ meats and pork blood. It’s a staple at celebrations.