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Jul 14, 2009


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Steve Harrison

I ate some pretty heinous things while in the Army, and I'm still not sure what happened to Timothy after the cave-in (if you get that without looking it up, you are Old), but this is a story of redemption and futility:

While doing some survival training with the Saharan Brigade in Tunisia, I was presented with a little (live) desert bird that had been captured with a net along with a bunch of his friends. I was supposed to bite his little head off and munch on it, but he looked me in the eye and cocked his little head, and then he "accidentally" escaped. And flew about ten feet to a bush, got netted again, and lost his little head to a grinning Bedouin. ;/

Tony Wilkins

"Fearless gastronaut" has me laughing my big butt off. I hope Cheripickr doesn't read this.
I've enjoyed pig brains and eggs scrambled together and now that you mention it...I might just have some.
"Fearless gastronaut" might make a great name for a blog.
And "You Ate What?" has the potential for an interesting thread.


I think deep fried fish head is the best I can offer. (Really quite good, btw).


You can still get brains and eggs at Bob's Restaurant in Madison (let's do it!) My other creds: squirrel-several times, chitlins, turtle, rabbit: hit by our car while making a beer run then skinned and fire-roasted while camping as a teenager (you can take the boy out of Wilkes County...) Still haven't done Mountain Oysters--yet.
The only things that have whipped me are sea urchin sushi and a strange soup at Monterrey on Battleground made from beef tripe (stomach). Human teeth will not penetrate it, but Tony's probably would.


"not sure what happened to Timothy after the cave-in (if you get that without looking it up, you are Old)"
No Googling required here. That song does not exist any more. I once found it on the illegal Napster, lost it , and have never found it since. A true rarity and a classic. Extra credit if you can tell me the group and what semifamous musician was in it.


the buoys...right at the peak of the crack down on omophagic themes in bubblegum music..i dont know who the semi-famous vocalist was..timothy could have been a canary or Joe's pet gecko who got famous doing car insurance commercials with an accent.


"Timothy, Timothy, oh where on earth did you go? Timothy, Timothy, my god why don't I know?"

I see I'm not the only old dude 'round these parts.

Let's see, brains and eggs (pig brains, chicken eggs) escargo, sardeens, rattlesnake, pickled pigs feet, chitlins and once, while on an Indian reservation in New Mexico I was treated to dog but didn't know it until after Fido was down the hatch. And I liked them all even though I'll probably never eat dog or escargo again..

I once witnessed a drunken reader and sometimes commenter on this blog eat a huge black bug but I'll not mention his name in hopes that he won't tell all on me.

Steve Harrison

Sorry about the cannibalism reference, Ed. I just watched Ichikawa's Fires On The Plain the other night, and I can't get the "monkey meat" thing out of my mind.

Here's the song, by the way.

Ian McDowell

While hanging out in the Thai-Laotian 'hood in High Point, I've been served fertilized duck eggs and rare beef salad with bile dressing. Both were actually good. The beef was just cold, flavorful beef with a dressing that had an odd but interesting taste (I really don't know what to compare it to, but it was a subtle oddness).

Fertilized duck eggs have the texture of oyster and a flavor sort of like chicken liver, but more delicate.

My Thai and Laotian friends like to say that "Ian's not really white; he eats everything," but that's completely true. I've tried chicken feet and tripe and never liked either, although the fact that I've usually had them at Asian buffets where they were turning in to rubber under hot lamps may have been a factor (I love octopus and crayfish, but have never encountered an edible version of either in a buffet line).

The worst thing I ever ate that I didn't cook myself was natto, or fermented soybeans. They're nothing like tofu, but instead look like they've been partially digested and then regurgitated, and the Japanese have a word for the tendrils of slime that stick to your fingers when you touch the stuff. When natto was announced as the theme ingredient on IRON CHEF, the jury visibly quailed, and Morimoto-san won because he successfully disguised the flavor by boiling the ungodly stuff in coca-cola.

I was in introduced to natto by Gavin Grant, husband of the brilliant short story writer Kelly Link, at Nobu's in New York (the restaurant owned by DeNiro where Morimoto used to be the head chef). Gavin, btw, is a Scots vegan. I took one bit of the stuff and yelled "Gavin, you bastard, you like this stuff because it's the vegetarian equivalent to haggis!" (Actually, I suspect I'd like haggis).

Ian McDowell

I've not tried the lingua at El Mercadito, but I had it at Taqueria el Halapeno, back when that was the name of the place at the Coliseum Motel. It was okay, certainly better than a Taco Bell (or standard Americanized) taco, but couldn't compare to the authentic tacos with pastor, chorizo, barbacoa or pollo at Mercadito or even El Azteca. Since I like pork rinds, I should try the ones with chiccarones.

The seviche, which El Mercadito only has on Saturdays, may be the best I've ever had, and their quesadillas are as wonderful as their tacos and gorditas.


I thought I was a slightly adventurous eater. After reading this thread, I'm thinking I'm a very boring eater and I like it that way!

Doug H

It took me a bit to find, but here it is!

Poor Timothy.

I'm as old as Bill, but I didn't remember it.

Jerry Bledsoe


I can’t imagine why you were put off by sea urchin sushi.

Many years ago, I was an organizer and chef for North Carolina’s Strange Seafood Festival held every summer at the Hampton Mariners Museum in Beaufort. It drew thousands of people and got worldwide attention. Any creature that resided in or passed through our marshes, sounds or ocean waters was apt to be served, including marsh snails and horseshoe crabs.

One of our most disgusting dishes was mole crab soup. Mole crabs are the bug-like creatures you see disappearing back into the beach sand when a wave goes out. The soup was a mustardy yellow with a heavy mucous consistency and a taste that mustard would have greatly improved.

My own specialty was left-handed whelk chowder. I cooked at least 5 gallons every year, served it in little catsup cups and always ran out before everybody got a taste. We had tubs full of live urchins. The urchin man had extremely thick gloves and a very sharp knife. In a flash he would slice open an urchin’s belly, revealing a small pocket of tiny, brilliantly blue eggs which he would offer to willing samplers. For some reason, he had few takers, perhaps because of the urchin’s threatening and still wavering spines. But those delicately flavored eggs, with just the hint of sea salt, were better than any caviar I’ve ever eaten.

Alas, the Strange Seafood Festival ended when environmentalists raised concerns that we might be encouraging the eating of endangered species.

But not before the museum put out a cook book. A few copies of those are still around.

Ed Cone

I don't know who's winning the contest, but Jerry has the lead in the Descriptive Prose side-bet with "a heavy mucous consistency and a taste that mustard would have greatly improved."

CP's aversion to sea urchin, in the context of the other stuff he's eaten, reminds me of an Aristocrats-like joke in which any number of grotesque things are described and appreciated, until a much milder one elicits the comment, "that's gross."

Shawn at Sushi Republic offered us some sea urchin recently. I liked it more than did Lisa, and found the taste to be (oddly enough), earthy.

Billy, I had some snails the other night. They were good for the reason I convinced my kids to eat them -- sounds exotic, but really just delivery vehicles for butter and garlic.

I had reindeer once in Finland. Not gross, but exotic, as long as you call it reindeer and not caribou, at which point it's just game.

Preston Earle

A live goldfish, when I was a playboy bunny. I have photo evidence.

Ian McDowell

I like escargot fine, but am less fond of the river snails some of my Thai friends cook, although they're not actually gross. Uni, or sea urchin sushi/sashimi, is an acquired taste, but Sushi Republic is where I acquired it. I always wanted to go to the Strange Seafood Festival and am sorry it is no more. I never knew sand bugs were also called mole crabs. The soup Jerry describes sounds awful, but I saw the critters being served up at a South Carolina restaurant on the Food Channel and they looked really good. Of course, those were fried, and most things are good fried.

I remember one time Pete Mendenhall put caribou on the menu at the Paisley Pineapple and called it reindeer DURING THE CHRISTMAS SEASON. He didn't sell much, although my ex-girlfriend Anne and I loved it (and appreciated the fact that it was marked down due to overstock). I wish there was still a place around here where I could have reindeer at Christmas time. I have started a local tradition of cooking rabbit for Easter. My recipe involves marinating it with sherry vinegar and roasting it wrapped in bacon. Yum.

David Wharton

I once ate a cherry-red hot dog at Yum-Yum's.


Game over. I guess Wharton's a distant 2nd place.

Ed Cone

You may have killed the thread, CP, along with my appetite.

I once saw two guys in evening attire get into a fist-fight at the Waldorf, but that was actually kind of entertaining.

Jerry Bledsoe

I'm going on a completely liquid diet and drinking nothing yellow.


For what it's worth... we chose NYC/Waldorf-Astoria as our honeymoon destination in 04/02 - we ate at both Peacock Alley and Bull & Bear - did not find any 'surprise' ingredients on our plates at either. How could you not notice a 'female sanitary device' next to your steak?


Oh, this game is far from over.
While visiting a frequent poster here I was entertained to read this thread and decided to chime in. Winning will be diluted because I can't post my name.
This is sexual in nature so I'll try to keep it as generic as I can.
Many years ago, while traveling in NY I obtained a very strong urge of passion (became horny, was single and out of town) so I decided to partake in the world's oldest profession based on a friend's recommendation.
The place was very dark and the girls were, to say the least, unattractive. Seeing as how they came with complete protection I decided to go ahead with the program picking the least unattractive that I could find.
Upon reaching our room I found it odd that she wanted to be sure the lights were off. No problem, I thought, and the session began which included nibbling and biting.
Within seconds the unimaginable happened. Something popped in my mouth and the lady friend screamed loudly. In the confusion I swallowed whatever it was in my mouth. I was horrified. Had I swallowed her nipple?
I jumped up and turned the light on. Bad decision. About an inch from her nipple was a large boil that still had puss oozing from it. An hour of vomiting yielded the boil's content that looked like it had a bloody root attached.
I still gag occasionally thinking about it.
Now let's go have some raw oysters.


I don't know if I would of told that.


"How could you not notice a 'female sanitary device' next to your steak?"

I share sgoode's skepticism. Something ...ahem...smells fishy about this whole thing.

Ed Cone

I find the Waldorf story more plausible than the prostitute story.

Steve Harrison

nasty, that was definitely nasty. It reminded me of something almost as disgusting that happened to me after a bout of vigorous lovemaking, but since I no longer have the cloak of anonymity, I'll leave that one in the vault.

Tony Wilkins

Steve, did it have anything to do with the texture of oatmeal?

Steve Harrison

Lol! I think I can sum it up by recounting what my mom said when I stumbled towards the breakfast table the next morning:

"Go wash your face before you sit down! You must have had a nosebleed last night or something."



Thank you Howard Stern.


Reminds me of a couple of stories I won't get into here. One is the tale of the Professional Puss Sucker and the other is about the lad who woke up with his face feeling like a glazed donut. You can fill in the details.


"The worst thing I ever ate that I didn't cook myself was natto, or fermented soybeans." -- Ian

Oh, yeah. I forgot about natto. It looks like it is going to be sweet and delicious and tastes like, well, vomit.

Tony Wilkins

Steve, that's hilarious. I had the same thing happen to a friend of mine at a drive-in movie. Only he found out at the concession stand, by people pointing and laughing.


Many years ago I was tasked with cleaning up (by hand) a property that had been used as an Elon College frat house for the previous 30 years. There was a ditch there about 20' deep, 20 ' wide and 200 feet long that was filled with beer and wine bottles along with the old tin PBR cans that required a church key to open.

When I finally arrived the bottom of the ditch after several long days of filling bags and hauling to the dump I discovered a very old bottle of some kind of cheap read wine (Ripple maybe?) Anyway, to make a long story short I'll not drink that stuff again.

PS. If the dude I mentioned as having ate the big black bug is reading... well, you know...


red, red red wine


Okay, Billy, you outed me. I never did like the taste of Ripple though. The big black bug was on a dare.
The tastiest weird thing I ever ate was deep fried monkey while in Panama; it was after I ate it I found out it to be monkey. I did enjoy iguana while there, it was as good as any frog legs I ever ate.


While stationed in Okinawa, I was invited to a big bash on the other side of the island. When I got there I found out that the bash was to celebrate the unearthing of a large shark that had been buried in the sand some 10- 12 days earlier.
I enjoyed a large amount of o-sake, but could never get close enough to the shark to enjoy what I was told to be a very tasty meal.
Damn that thing stank!

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