There is a Korean food called Kejang (approximately translated as crab paste) which amounts to crab innards fermented in soy. It is by far the vilest thing I’ve ever tasted.
It’s an important part of a balanced breakfast!
CMC fnord!
Damn, now I’m hungry too!
Among others, rotten softshell crab “sushi” in Jackson, WY. I immediately spit it out, but my sister was buzzed and overdosed hers with wasabi and didn’t. The aftertaste, really got her attention though. The look on her face? Priceless.
Oops, you’re right. It took me 15 minutes of alternating between “squid/swallow/live/korea/sushi” in google, but here it is!
I assumed it had something to do with honor and strength and all that la-la-la because in the documentary I saw happened to be about martial arts. Thanks for the catch.
:smack: double post
I have been waiting for someone to make this post, because my brother has the best “foul food” blog. Two examples:
Gah, I love this guy.
Someone needs Steve, Don’t Eat It!
That Swedish “delicacy” known as surstromming. It’s basically fermented herring. If the idea of fermented fish sounds good to you (and, to be honest, it doesn’t sound bad at all to me), you’re better off imagining rotting fish dragged through dog shit to imagine the vile odor of this dish.
Yumm-o!
This is the only substance I’ve ever eaten that made me want to vomit. The most amazing thing was within about 30 seconds of me opening a can of surstromming (outside, of course), a swarm of about two or three dozen flies appeared out of nowhere. I’m completely serious. It’s as if they spontaneously formed from the odor itself.
I’ve also had eyeball tacos on Maxwell Street market–they were slightly disgusting (the eyeballs were left whole, not chopped up or anything), but they didn’t taste terrible–just a little organy and bland.
I’ve had most of these, including the “God knows what else”.
I love crab. And I don’t mind saki.
But you say that crab juice as served to you is worse than durian? Durian?!!?!!?
Enough for me-- I’ll steer a wide course around crab juice.
Durian. shudder Even the *memory * makes me gag…
Psst… Squink? I’m thinking you linked to someone else’s pics, and it appears they didn’t take kindly to it.
Unless you WERE referring to the pic you linked to, in which case, color me confused?
And now, so this isn’t a total hijack:
Earthworm stew. Take a few tubs of several-day-old bait worms, dump 'em in a pot (don’t bother washing them first) with a little bit of water and a box of wine that the poor schlub who brought it will never live down, add the miscellaneous leavings of a week-long fishing trip – crawdad tails, fish heads, whatever – and stir in all the hot sauce you can scrape together.
Lubricate yourself well with a bottle of tequila and chow down.
WATCH! The amazing faces these crazy drunken bastards make as they force down the Earthworm Stew!
LISTEN! To the agonized howls coming from their camp as the vile mixture begins to work on their delicate internal organs.
SEE! Projectile vomit!
To be fair, none of were planning on eating it when we starting putting it together… but that bottle of tequila and the lack of food in the camp made for interesting rationalizations.
shudder
Ohh, it does look that way now. And here I thought that’s why the site existed in the first place. My bad.
Dude, that wasn’t her navel. And it wasn’t sake.
I once took a swig of beer that a cockroach was also imbibing. When it entered my mouth, it was still alive. I didn’t swallow, I spat.
I brought it into work a few years ago as a joke, and convinced everyone to try them. They were gut wrenchingly awful. We questioned whether I’d managed find one from the previous year. For hours afterward, if I belched I tasted it. Word got around, and people were coming up from other floors to try the nasty soda. We told them not to, how awful it was, truly horribly vile, but they had to taste it. And then they agreed, it was awful, and went and told their friends, who had to try the nasty soda…
The next year, we had people asking if I was bringing them in a week before Thanksgiving. It was even worse. I couldn’t stomach the smell of the brussel sprout soda, much less drink it. We had to throw away the empty bottles outside of the office because of the stench.
This past year they had a dessert pack too, but the Thanksgiving set was just as awful.
And yet tomato juice mixed with clam juice is surprisingly delicious, especially when you have the right mixers.
Altho it appears I’m only saying that because I’m Canadian.
Well, there’s your problem right there. Two words that don’t go together are “suishi” and “Wyoming.”
While living in a Native Alaskan fishing village I walked into an elder’s home, and she was eating dinner. I recognized the boiled fish (pink salmon) but not the gallon jar of pink chunks floating in an oily substance. She invited me to join her, but I paused. She told me that her grandson (raised in the Lower 48) had tried it and loved it. I looked at him and he slowly shook his head. I asked her what it was. “Boiled humpy and stink oil. Doug loves it.” Another look at Doug, who is still shaking his head. I asked him if he tried it, and he nodded. The elder said “It tastes like walnuts!” Doug shook his head. I asked him what it tasted like, he replied “Roadkill”. I passed. I also passed on fish head soup and boiled braided seal gut.
Which, if you eat quickly and then chase down with two tall iced-tea sized glasses of Powers, will leave you 15 minutes later coughing up ‘rotting-meat shots’ stew.
Which brings us back to the Op.
Hey, I’m not Canadian. Not even a little bit. And I luuuurrrrve Clamato.
Of course, I am under the care of a psychiatrist. Make of that what you will.
Does “crab juice” actually need to be pitted? I mean, any more than fetid smegma or extra chunky menstrual clots?
It’s inherently self-pitted by the nature of its very existence.
I’ve been tempted to post this is some of the “what foods gross you out” threads, but I’ll post it here instead.
I knew a guy that loved to go fishing and snorkeling for squid and lobsters. When he caught a squid, he would bite out the eye and start eating it while the tentacles were still sucking. And when he caught a lobster, he would crack it open and start eating right there, brains and all.
Ack, grosses me out just to think about it.
And while I’m sharing this story, I’ll add another unrelated one. Did you know that if you hang an eel up on a clothesline, it will turn itself inside out and its guts will fall out? Well, now you know.