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That sounds more disgusting than any of the foods mentioned so far (except for the chicha, blurgh!)
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I have no problem with tongue, or escargot, or freeze-dried caterpillars, or bees in honey, or grasshoppers.
But haggis was beyond my limit. I know some people like it, but I had to literally force myself to swallow one bite, then throw the rest out. And I’ve had vegetarian haggis too. Tastes just as foul.
On another occasion, I saw Limburger cheese in a local supermarket. All my knowledge of this cheese was from cartoons, so I figured, “Ok, it stinks, but they still make it and people still eat it. How bad could it be?” When I got home and unwrapped it, it smelled like concentrated cat urine. So I thought, “Ok, it smells like concentrated cat urine. But what does it taste like?” Well, it tasted exactly like what I imagine concentrated cat urine tastes like.
When I was 12 or 13 years old, I went to Australia and New Zealand with a student ambassador program. At the orientation, they decided to let us in on a “cultural experience.” They asked who wanted to try some vegemite. I was the first person in line, so the guy gave me this cracker absolutely covered in vegemite, eaten with the vegemite to my tongue.
That stuff was bad enough that there was a rush to the bathroom when the guys in line behind me started throwing up.I decided to look up Moose Nose. Amazing what you could find on the Internet:
http://www.recipezaar.com/283337
http://www.recipezaar.com/283337
favorite line in recipe:
http://www.freecookingrecipes.net/recipes/duck/j/jellied-moose-nose.html
(Category: Duck (???))
http://www.pastrywiz.com/archive/moosenos.htm
My office computer won’t let me open This site, claiming “Nudity”(!)
Sorry about the bump, but I just now saw this. It’s a pretty nasty story. And I posted the whole story a while back, so here goes again:
Back in college when Mr. Frail and I were first dating, he told me a story from the previous summer when he’d lived alone and cooked for himself. His biggest experimental food success had been mashed potatoes with rum. Yes, you read that right. Basically, he’d been making instant mashed potatoes and decided to add some spiced rum to make them sweet. He hadn’t had any milk, so he left it out. Well, he told me that it was kind of like a cross between hot buttered rum and sweet potatoes. Nice! I was a college student who liked alcohol more then I should have, so we decided to whip up a batch for ourselves one night.
We followed the directions on the box, then added (a lot of) rum. It was not sweet. It was kind of like spooning chunks of hot, sour, bitter, very alcoholic, half-solidified cement into my mouth. However, I was determined to enjoy it and possibly catch a buzz. After messing around trying to down as much as possible while it got cold in my bowl, Mr. Frail and I decided that it pretty much sucked. When we realized why, I wanted to go throw up: we had used milk in the recipe this time, and it had curdled in the potatoes. And in our quest to get a buzz, we had eaten a ton of it.
Oh, God, I could hardly drink alcohol for a few months, and mashed potatoes were out of the question. I can still vividly remember the taste, eight years later.
Sorry, I keep seeing this in this thread. It’s retch, not “wretch”.
Reminds me of people who complain about “wreckless” drivers. :smack:
On “Win Ben Stein’s Money,” one of the contestants made a hilarious reply to a question. They asked what the name of the Scottish event was where men hurled a large pole (the “caber toss”).
The contestant took his best guess: “The haggis toss?”
I don’t even want to imagine how nasty that stuff must be.
Eggs. Can’t eat them, never have been able to. I once went to a friend’s house in Michigan to visit him and for breakfast his parents cooked us this huge, enormous breakfast with all this amazing food. But they were like, “you have to try these eggs.” I knew I couldn’t eat eggs but to be a good guest, I had a fork full of them anyway. I was beginning to throw up inside my throat before my mouth was even closed. It took a heroic effort to close my mouth and swallow down the eggs and vomit, and conceal it all and make it look like I was enjoying it.
Ughh. Why can’t I eat eggs? Why do they always make me puke?
cold brains from some sort of mammal.
Menudo (The soup, not the band, just to forestall obvious jokes.)
Like Philip J Fry, anchovies are my favorite thing to put on pizza.
On a bet I ate a small handful of dry cat food. I couldn’t choke it down. Not because of the flavor, which was bland and inoffensive, but it was so incredibly dry. I don’t know how cats can eat that stuff. The worst thing was having people meow at me for the next few months.
We eat lots of peanut butter. What we don’t get is peanut butter and jam (“jelly”). Salty and savoury with sickly sweet. That sounds utterly vile. How can you?
I think my grossest gustatory intake, leaving aside the occasional accidental serve of cockroach tartar in otherwise perfectly good, if old, coffee, was the crowning glory of the meal my Korean hosts treated me to on a business trip there. No exotic ingredients, but it’s amazing what you can do with a little wheat, water, and imagination. And ice.
Think what the water must have been like when the Titanic went down. Take a tureen - a really really big one - of grey, sleety, slatey, icy, cloudy water. Stir in long, cold, slimy, grey noodles, and serve. Your approach to this vast lake of culinary misery is a special experience; you keep trying to focus your eyes on the shifting surface of grey tendrils in grey water, and it just doesn’t make visual sense. What IS that?
Then your genial host helps you out by piling a great big heaping helping on your plate and politeness dictates you smile and sit. Your plate holds a pool of chilly water with a mass of slimy tentacles oozing about restlessly. But it doesn’t taste as bad as it looks, oh no. It tastes much, much worse. Much. The mouth feel is like trying to give artificial resuscitation to a deceased squid. And not recently deceased either.
Things listed so far that I love:
sushi, raw fish in general
grilled eel
cilantro
okra
natto
Things listed so far that I can eat with no problem, but usually choose not to:
octopus (cooked and raw)
squid (cooked, raw, jerky and preserved on a stick)
tongue
fish heads
sea urchin
A wide variety of fish eggs
Things listed so far that I’ve eaten, and have no wish to do so ever again
escargot
blood sausage
Also:
sazae (hated it. Think Schwarzenegger-sized escargot)
kidneys (hated it)
The Worm (was too drunk to tell what it tasted like)
gorilla boogers (these are pretty good)
Beef grain (absolutely awful)
seaweed in various forms (pretty good once I got used to the idea)
pig’s ear chips (not half bad)
My own personal concoction was a mix of natto, kimchee and hot chinese mustard, all mixed together and served on a bowl of rice. Tasted great, but the smell caused my wife to run from the room.
I’ve eaten some pretty exotic things that may seem gross to some, but I enjoyed them.
When I was a boy scout in Pennsylvania, a rattlesnake was killed at our summer camp. The counselors chopped it up and fried it and offered it to anyone who wanted to try some. It’s true, fresh-caught rattlesnake does taste like chicken.
When I lived in Denver and attended Rockies games at Coors Field, I would always buy an order of Rocky Mountain oysters, or bull testicles to the uninitiated. They’re great with green chili.
I love these threads - amazing how different people’s preferences are.
Kidneys, liver, snails, fish eggs, octopus black pudding, haggis, ox tendon soup, etc. - meh. Perfectly regular food, although like all food poor quality or poor preparation can make them icky.
Worst thing I can recall recently - fish maw and sea cucumber in the revolving restaurant at the Shanghai Radisson. Basically a plate of slightly marine-flavoured snot, some of it served in a gardening glove that had been boiled for a week. Ick. Still glad I had it though. Everyone else had curry, or steak, and other everyday western stuff, which sort of defeats the point of a study trip to china.
Moose Nose - awesome. Want some. It’s on my list along with surstromming and that norwegian sheep head thing.
Really?
To us, Limburger smelled like dog poop. But when we ate it, it didn’t taste like much of anything.
Seems alot of people here are seriously squeamish when it comes to eating offal and “unusual” cuts of meat. Why’s that?
You probably don’t want to eat here.
Oh and roasted bone marrow on toast is my entry in this thread… and it’s delicious, you do have to scoop it out of the bones and spread it yourself though.
Sorry about the bump, but my wife told a tale of horror last night that cannot remain silent.
Many years ago, she attended a frat party, as she was wont to do. All was well; she had fun, had some drinks, generally did what one does at a frat party (except have sex with random frat boys). At one point, she reached for what she thought was her beer and took a swallow…
See, it seems that some of the boys had been chewing tobacco, and, needing a convenient place to spit, had chosen an empty beer cup and left it lying around. My wife, alas, picked up the wrong cup…
(Apologies to anyone thinking of having a cold one. I just couldn’t let that one pass.)
Not gross to me, but would be to most people, but I had the pleasure of eating roasted termites in Tanzania way back in 1968. Out in the western part of Tanzania, some termites grow quite large, and the locals catch them during the mating swarm. The wings are plucked off and the bodies thrown on a large flat metal plate covered in ghee ( clarified butter ) and quick roasted. When they are crispy, we would just grab a handful and toss them into the mouth. Tasty!!
Of course the consumption of strong native Pombe ( beer ) accompanied the feast and that undoubtedly help make everything palatable.
I was helping a friend move and food was scarce, so it was Yellow Peeps washed down with Budweiser.
Trust me - ritualistic peyote use is not what it is cracked up to be. As **Darryl **noted, you are expected to puke it up, especially if you’re the person for whom the “meeting” is planned. Vomiting is seen as purifying, so if you’re the one who needs purified, you’ll be expected to puke a lot, and will be given enough peyote to finish the job.
Peyote tea is the foulest shit on the planet, esp. if the roadman just makes one big yearly batch instead of many smaller ones (the tea can get quite…musky). Often dried powdered peyote is passed around too, which you take a handful of and try to choke down. I’m getting sick thinking about it.
If you manage to keep all that foul crap down, you get bright green shits for days. And the high isn’t even that awesome.
Haggis is really nice. There’s some foods that, even if you like them, you can understand why people have a strong aversion to the taste (marmite, for instance). Haggis isn’t one of those foods, though—it just tastes like a spiced ball of meat.