I’ve tried it a coupla times. Living near the Indiana/Michigan state line, you meet and work with a lot of hunters, who would bring in stuff like venison salami for the rest of us to try. I was the only woman in the department who would taste it- the other girls couldn’t get past the Bambi factor.
I must say it was mighty tasty. Much better than beef. Of course, I have a strong preference for free-range meats, (especially chicken) over the penned-up varieties. They taste, I don’t know, healthier. Also, supermarket chicken will go bad in the fridge fairly quickly- if you haven’t cooked it within 36 hours of bringing it home, you may as well pitch it. Free range chicken I’ve kept in the fridge for 3 or 4 days, and it was perfectly OK.
Once a friend of mine was eating some stew and asked me to try it. I tasted it, thought it was pretty good. Then he told me the meat was turtle. I said “Really?” and took another bite. “Yes, really, that’s turtle.” I took another bite. “You’re not just putting me on, this is really turtle?” “No, it really is turtle”. I took another bite, and said “This is good, you’re sure it’s really turtle?”
He took the fork away from me to keep me from eating up his turtle stew.
A while back, my mom found some leftovers I had brought home from a Chinese restaraunt. She got my little take-out box from the fridge and commenced to munch. “This is really good. What restaraunt did you go to? We’ll have to eat there sometime.” I looked at her and said, “Are you eating my squid?” She shrieked “No!” and hurridly closed the box and put it back in the fridge.
I have a fairly high gross-out threshhold. About the only kinds of animals I’ve heard of people eating that register on my “eeewww” meter are monkeys (mostly because eating other primates seems like a form of cannibalism) and…
tarantulas (eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww)
The only time I have been truly grossed out by food on my plate was at a company Christmas party, held at the local overpriced restaraunt. I got the prime rib. I tried to eat it to be polite, after all, the boss was springing for it, but gave up and handed it over to a coworker.
This piece of meat was so rare, I wanted to send it back to the kitchen and ask them to please kill the cow. Bloody raw meat, just barely warmed in the oven. The really gross part was that so many of my coworkers were actually enjoying it.
To me, just about any critter is fair game for the dinner plate, as long as it has been killed and (excepting oysters) properly cooked. I do like raw oysters. With lemon. None of that shrimp cocktail sauce stuff that so many restaraunts like to serve with them. Just lemon.