People eat insects here in Thailand, I see trays of them in the markets when I walk through.

No, I have not tried them. I have been told that they are delicious, but...I hate insects. No freakin' way I will eat them, unless it is a dire, dire situation.

The things in the pic. Dough-like on outside, strange tasting things on inside. I guess like dim sum, only very different. I tried to keep my face from scrunching up to not seem rude.

FrontSight

They have food like that here in Japan. I don't really know the name for it. I agree with the taste. But the smell is something I won't forget. Smells like a wet dog on fire. If you can imagine that. As far as bugs go, I agree with Magician. But with the size of that damn spider I don't consider it a bug. The worst part about eating the tarantula was that it tried to eat me back! :eek:

A burned goats head on a bed of rice in Kenya.

The scary part here is the chance of getting Scrapie/BSE!!

That scares me!

Terry

just off the top of my head...

Cobra blood, Thailand

monkey, kudimundi Panama

Raw goat, balut, cobra PI

I thought we did this before?

Yep.

http://www.professionalsoldiers.com/...ead.php?t=1260

In fact, I'm going to merge them.

How does one prepare cobra blood?

Kenya
 

Bill wrote - A burned goats head on a bed of rice in Kenya.

Damn Bill,
That sounds like one of my trips to that wonderful place. I was riding in a land rover after dark and the driver kicked up a herd of Dik-dik, a dog size antelope. He started chasing one of them in the rover and knocked it down. He jumped out, cut it's throat and tosed it in the back.

When we got to the place we were going to RON he gutted and cleaned it and threw most of it in the back to give to the officers when we got back to the camp area. He built a fire and put the head in it upside down. When the head was cooked enough for him he pulled it out of the fire and ripped the jaw off, cracked around some to get to the brain and then offered to share with me. Very interesting.

Later that night the two of us were sleeping on our ruck sacks against the rover when I was jolted out of sleep by load growling and snarling. It was just some wild dogs from the local area after the gut pile. Since I was wide awake I thought I'd just make a small fire and drink coffee until sunrise.

Pete

Quoting myself. Read the link below, and you may give up eating brains.

Terry

http://www.mentorcorp.com/pelvic-org...on_history.htm

My ex-wife made a casserole from a recipe she found in some vegetarian cookbook. It had sunflower seeds, spinach, and brown rice amongst other things in it. It was hands-down, the worst thing I ever tried to eat in my life. The second worst items were pancakes made with Spelt flour. My dad was into this "Eat Right for Your Type" diet, and would only eat certain things specified for his blood type.

The dog ate the casserole out of the trash but wouldn't touch the "speltcakes". Of course he promptly barfed said casserole all over our apartment. This canine would eat cat turds out of a litter box and not get sick.

More humourous than gross but bberkley's post reminded me.

When we came to the States Panee actually learned to cook american food from watching TV. At the time there was a Wesson Oil ad running on TV. They sliced bread and deep fried it in Wesson oil to show it didn't saturate the bread.

Yep! She did. I didn't want to hurt her feelings so I never said anything about it for years.

are those flying thermite, by any chance?
The locals where I come from would gather thousands of them before (or after, can't remember) the monsoon from every light source, place them in a bowl of water, then stir-fry them. Looked like a pile of flies or black-n-white fried rice from a distance.


I don't know how they do it there, but back when I grew up, they just cut the head, drain the blood, and mix it with local liquor. The night guards would mix it with beer and sometimes egg to keep them sharp through the night.
Some info from a US businessman:
http://www.fabuloustravel.com/gourme...ood/cobra.html

I won't call the nastiest thing I ate nasty at all, it did look nasty and non-apetizing but it tasted great (+ the warm sensation); snake and monitor cuisine, fried, baked, etc....and no, they didn't taste like chicken, I'd say better, although too many bones with the snake like freshwater milkfish.

As for balut, if it's the same thing with geese egg that failed to hatch and then kept for days until it lets out sordid odor, that is indeed nasty.

The nastiest thing I've ever eaten is Cuttlefish Fafaru.

I did an exchange trip with RIMAP (Régiment d'Infanterie de Marine du Pacifique (Polynésie)) in 1992. Fafaru is nasty, even when you make it with good fish, but making it with Cuttlefish is about the only way you could make it worse.

Basically, they take a dead fish that they find on the beach, chop it up without cleaning/gutting it, and add it to a bucket of clean salt water for about 3-5 days. They just let it sit there on the beach. Then they dump it through a strainer and recollect all of the water.

That water goes in a bottle for about a month. That's the "marinade". Then once you've got some fresh, cleaned, sliced fish, you pour this bottle of death by projectile defecation on to it.

But that's not quite how you prep cuttlefish in Tahiti. You don't just slice it up like sashimi. That isn't vile enough. You have to find a nice flat piece of dry beach sand. and bury it in a hole about 4" deep covered in... of course... salt water and some kind of pepper for a few days.

Then you rinse off the sand (as much as you can rinse off) and let it sit overnight in a vat of the above marinade.

Then you give it to the foreign troops you are cross-training with, and tell them that it is a local favorite. It will make you crap fire AND water at the same time, and you can try for distance while you're at it.

The runner up (and we're talking a very distant 2nd place) is this stuff that I drank in Japan while waiting for the Rappongi Train Station to open up at 0500. Most everyone here is familiar with the wide variety of unique items you can get from vending machines in Japan (understatement).

As I am sitting there waiting for them to open the gate to head back to Yokosuka, a young L/Cpl in my platoon is busy dropping about $500 in change into one of these machines. He walks up to me with a room temperature can... white, small red stripes, red lettering in Japanese. It has a picture of what I took to be a coffee bean with little vapors coming off of it that turned into exclamation points. I'm thinking coffee.

It didn't smell like coffee, but it didn't smell bad either.

I take a sip... big mistake.

It was some kind of "nicotine drink"... in a country where people smoke a cigarette before they smoke a cigarette, they have nicotine drinks. It made my tongue numb while simultaneously causing my gums and lips to burn, and making my nose run.

I have never actually tasted a dead camels asshole, but I'd imagine this stuff is probably what you'd use to kill the aftertaste. It tasted like nothing that I could describe. I spat it out almost instantly... all over the kid who had given it to me. Serves him right. Incidentally, it destroyed the shirt I was wearing too.