I was reading this GD thread and it reminded me of this burning question that I hadn’t gotten around to asking yet.
I love trying out exotic cuisine (gotta get my ass to Japan someday for a plate of fugu!) and to me the ultimate meal would be people. Of course, I have no illusions about this ever happening in this lifetime, although whenever I’m on a plane flight crossing the Rocky Mountains, I tend to look around the cabin at the fat ladies and the stringy old men and think about who would provide the tastiest morsels, if the plane crashed.
So my question is this: Are there any documents, on the Net or elsewhere, written by people who have experienced cannibalism firsthand (Andean plane crash survivors, memoirs of the Donner party, cannibal tribes from Papau New Guinea, Jeffrey Dahmer) that discuss the taste of human flesh, including flavor, texture, recommended spices, etc…
Afraid I haven’t got any specific sources or links, but I’d always heard that human flesh tastes like pork (hence cannibals referring to it as “long pig”).
From reading (fiction), I have picked up that it tastes like pork. Hence the name ‘long pig’ for human flesh. This may be just myth. I have not tasted it myself.
Last time I burnt my hand on the heating coil of the toaster oven, it smelled a bit like seared pork.
Unfortunatly there is a REAL sicko who is/was a pedophile and a cannibal. Nathaniel Bar-Jonah is accused of one murder and he seems to not only have eaten the young boy, but gave dishes containing the human meat to others. The case history can be found here http://www.greatfallstribune.com/news/thebarjonahcase/
Well, diabetes mellitus comes from the taste of the urine of diabetics. Sweet. How did they know this? Because doctors used to taste their patient’s urine. But tasting your patients takes this idea to a whole new level
But sharks can tell you we taste awful.
As it turns out, we had jaws all wrong. When they so called “attack” humans, they aren’t really eating us. They’re only tasting us. That’s why most people survive shark bites. One taste of us, yuck, they spit us out and move on.
Ugh! I hate that! Just finish the job! My sister used to do the same thing with boxes of chocolates. She’d take a bite of a chocolate, and if she didn’t like that kind, back into the box it went.
i once bit a good half centimeter of flesh of my thumb when i fell off a ladder, and i can tell you, it is a little stronger than most pork, but that is probably from the blood.
