What's the wierdest thing you've eaten?

blunosr

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Hi, I was over at a friend of mine's house last night and he had just trapped a Wolverine. He had just finished skinning it and the carcass had not frozen yet. Well, I have eaten lots of odd things but never a Wolverine, so I suggested we cook up a bit and try it. It had quite a strong odor as it was cooking, but the taste, texture and appearance was just like deer.

I figured you guys might want to play too. What odd things have you eaten?

Merry Christmas!

Troy
 
Oklahoma Spoon bill Gitrib can explain. Very greasy and strong.. no bones though. wouldn't want it more than one meal a year.if I had to.
 
While I eat hot spicy food all the time, I had a spoonfull of hot sauce that put me in the hospital within an hour. The nurse put an IV in me and pumped some stuff that made me happy and sleepy. When the cheif called my wife to let her know, he told her I looked real bad and she had better get there. Everything was spasming, until the meds made me happy and sleepy. That was a single spoonfull. I don't know what all was in it, though I could taste cherry peppers. The sauce was not commercially sold, or available at work after that. Cheif said the guy who brought it couldn't bring it in ever again.
 
Japanese pizza. It was Japanese alright but sure as hell not pizza. It was horrible gooey stuff on a stick. Stuck to the roof of my mouth and Yech!
 
As a mid 60s Army Green Beret....snake, jungle rat, plantain.....yeah- it all tastes like ......chicken, if you are hungry enough.
 
(quoted from post at 00:31:13 12/23/11) Hi, I was over at a friend of mine's house last night and he had just trapped a Wolverine. He had just finished skinning it and the carcass had not frozen yet. Well, I have eaten lots of odd things but never a Wolverine, so I suggested we cook up a bit and try it. It had quite a strong odor as it was cooking, but the taste, texture and appearance was just like deer.

I figured you guys might want to play too. What odd things have you eaten?

Merry Christmas!

Troy
can't talk about that in public! :wink:
 
Seagull poop. I learned at a young age that it is not a good idea to look up at seagulls with your mouth open when plowing.
Tastes salty and nothing like chicken , spit spit,yuck. :-0
 

Made jerky from almost everything we trapped.... Fox, muskrat, beaver, coon, and possum..... have eaten beaver, coon, and muskrat.... Worst day of my life, I was invited to the landlord's daughter's house for dinner when I first got over here.... Great food..Big bowl of the prettiest tator salad you ever saw. Dipped up a big helping of it and dug in.....
Them tators weren't tators........ It was a big bowl of dead fish salad.... Hard to smile and look like you're enjoying something when you're swallowing chunks whole so's ya don't taste em........
 
Room mate in college made spoonbill pretty regularly. The most fun I"ve ever had fishing was when he took me out snagging with him. Some of the biggest fish I have ever caught in my life, 30 and 40 pounders on the end of the line.

Yes, a little greasy, but pretty good the way he cooked them. Lemon pepper seasoning, butter and lemon juice.

Kevin
 

Friend's dad was a butcher.Had about everything at their place but wouldn't touch kidneys, brains, or nads........ Pig ears, feet, oxtail, yadda yadda..... still alive tho.......
 
cat furball... cat puked up a furball on the rug, but I got into an argument, insisting it was just the stuffing from teh chair above it. the texture was silky... taste was like vomit of a mad raccoon mixed with meow mix... very unsettling...

I will never do that again...

I was 13 at the time.
 
(quoted from post at 03:24:40 12/23/11) Sounds like silsalad- traditional Swedish salad, made primarily of pickled herring and cucumbers. My wife is Swedish, and Aunt Vivian used to make it every year for the family 4th of July picnic. It didn't seem to be the most popular item on the table. . .
don't remember the name of it (german name in this case) but the same principal........
 
Sounds like silsalad- traditional Swedish salad, made primarily of pickled herring and cucumbers. My wife is Swedish, and Aunt Vivian used to make it every year for the family 4th of July picnic. It didn't seem to be the most popular item on the table. . .
 
When I was first dating my wife she made dinner it was some kind of soup. It looked good and smelled real good filled up a big bowl toke a spoon full and nearly threw up. I had to tell her the truth that it tasted like crap. Later on in the evening she told when growing up her mom used to make it and she hated it. She made it to see if she still hated it. We still laugh about the crap soup.
 
I'm pretty open minded about food. Just no balls, brains, chitlins, or kidneys and fish that #1 isn't cooked or #2 tastes like fish.... But there are a couple things that I'll not ask for seconds on.... Have a real hard time with sheep. Wouldn't eat sourbraten for anything in the world because I saw an oven ready one in a butcher shop 20 years ago and it looked like something I saw buzzards on as a kid..... Got put on the spot and tried it a couple months ago and it's some pretty tasty stuff.....
Had horse and it was OK. Skinned a blacksnake when I was a kid and the meat looked so nice that was gonna roast it over a fire like john wayne would but mom made me throw it away :roll:
Probably the nastiest looking thing I saw was a TV show where a delicacy in some country was cow udder schnitzel......... you could just taste and smell it right thru the TV.........

Forgot one...in line with your crap soup.... wife was all stopped uponce with a cold and made a meatloaf.... Don't remember the circumstances but the hamburger was spoiled and she couldn't smell it..... She made it just for me (she doesn't like burger) so didn't taste it. I was never so glad that she didn't feel like setting at the table with me...... Finished up and slipped it all in a bag and to the barn for the dog... Back and thanked her /told her how good it was...... went to the barn later and the dog hadn't even ate it......
 
Balut. Filipino "delicacy". A fertile, partially developed raw duck egg is buried in hot sand for an unspecified period, then peeled and eaten.

I was in the PI, I was young, and I was hammered to the eyeballs on San Miguel. Ate it on a bet, got it down, kept it down. Won the admiration of the locals, the astonishment of my friends, and didn't pay for another beer all weekend.

Have also had dog chops while touring the wilds of Northern Luzon on a motorcycle. Didn't taste like much of anything, and quite dry. Not objectionable, but not something I'd go looking for again.
 
(quoted from post at 04:24:03 12/23/11) Balut. Filipino "delicacy". A fertile, partially developed raw duck egg is buried in hot sand for an unspecified period, then peeled and eaten.

I was in the PI, I was young, and I was hammered to the eyeballs on San Miguel. Ate it on a bet, got it down, kept it down. Won the admiration of the locals, the astonishment of my friends, and didn't pay for another beer all weekend.

Have also had dog chops while touring the wilds of Northern Luzon on a motorcycle. Didn't taste like much of anything, and quite dry. Not objectionable, but not something I'd go looking for again.

Was training in Korea and out in the boonies.Heard the awfulest screaming you ever heard..Old guy had a dog hung up by the nech and had a stick and propane torch burning and beating the dog...... Wrong thing to do around a bunch of GI's..... Took the stuff from him and knocked the dog in the head.... We sure caught heck over that..... cops came and wanted to arrest us..... Anyway, an interpreter said that what the guy was doing was acceptable because the adrenalin is what made the meat sweeter/better......
 
Thailand--Tiny, whole fried frogs, grubs, grasshoppers and cockroaches. The cockroaches were about 3 inches long and an inch wide. BTW, you have to pull the wings off first. Truly discusting to eat. Last week I walked into our DFAC for breakfast here in Kurdistan and found this cooler. Needless to say, I skipped breakfast.
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Well, see the kids were little and the liked to snack on long car trips (and I've never had any luck getting her to clean the car) so it wasn't long til the car melled like a mobile dumpster. It was bad. I got her to agree to stop and eat instead of going through the drivethrough. It worked for about a year, maybe more. She made several trips with the kids and so far so good. The car was staying clean. One trip she came home and lo and behold, a french fry was laying on the floor. She said they didn't eat in the car, but that french fry was as fresh as the day it was made. To prove the point, I ate the french fry.

Ever ate a year old french fry? Tastes like crow...

Aaron
 
Were you in the CZ by any chance, my father was doing the same thing 7th special forces,abn civil affairs detachment CZ ... Clayton, Amador etc. '61-65 Jungle warfare expert, snake igunanas etc. always on the menu.
 
Pig brains. At a pig roast as the pigs came off the spit to be cut up. Couple of people got to talking about eating them as kids, fried like scrambled eggs. Guy took an axe and split the skull, dug them out with his fingers, a few of us did the same thing. This was many years ago, there was lots of beer involved, I wouldn't want to do it again.
 

1) Singapore; Durian the worlds best fruit and also smells the worse. Not allowed inside stores because it smells just like sheet. I would discribe the experience as eating the best ripe strawberries you ever tasted while sitting in an out house.

2) Chitlins which I would discribe as chewey like a condom and smelled like they were boiled in urine.
 
When I was on Taiwan, there was an eating place in PingTung that had a cage full of live snakes, all sizes and breeds.

You could pick out the one you wanted and they'd kill it and cook it for you.

Never heard of any Americans taking them up on it.
 
Yes- 66-67, at Ft. Gulick on the Atlantic side. Clayton and Amador are on the Pacific side. We had the jungle operations course at Ft. Sherman, Atlantic side. At that time the 7th was at Ft. Bragg, NC. 8th SFG was at Gulick. We ran our guys through hell at JOC mock POW camp. Lots of "comments" from guys I had trained with months earlier at Bragg. Infamous School of the Americas was across the street from our barracks. Spent some time teaching mechanics there.
 
Your a better man than me or real stupid. I bought a bar girl some of those. She offered me one almost ate it.Until I saw what it was. Thought I was going to be sick.
 
Snails, moose fries, gator. Wife's family were freaked out when I had clams scallops,fish, lobster etc at a sea side restaurant.
They think anything beyond roast beef, burgers,hot dogs KFC and roast turkey is weird.
 
My Dad's side of the family goes back to French who came over in the 1600s. Ended up settling along the Mississippi in Wisconsin a couple of hundred years later back when it was still Michigan. A couple of hundred years after that and we're still spearing bullfrogs, trapping crawdads, catching snapping turtles, and frying snakes. I didn't know it was weird when I first ate those things, so I don't know if it counts :)
 
No kidding, been awhile but read up on the 7th before, past to the present some time ago, seems this was one of or the best training areas/school for jungle warfare, the construction of those forts was also unreal given the era and the massive amount of labor. They were doing some training where he was, and given the era where many including him were headed next, very valuable training.


Somewhere we have some black and white photos of the barracks and such, he used to hang things from the rafters, said everything molded immediately, and you can see the sweat stains on those class A/B khaki heavy/light cotton uniforms being worn in those photos.

This was the shoulder patch on his uniform.
Jungle Expert Patch
 
Chocolate covered ants. Rich kid at school brought enough for whole class. We wuz poor and would eat anything that didn't move. Dave in the 50's. My late Dad, born in 1898, swore that during depression, he ate rats. Others verified the story.
 
Don"t know about the Class A uniform, but that is the patch worn on the front of the jungle fatigue uniform. Civil Affairs and PsyOps were in the School of Americas building, across the street from our Company B barracks. I have some color photos of those buildings- should scan and post them. We also ran a jump school for foreign nationals, usually Guatemalans and Panama National Guard. Manuel Noriega was an PNG lieutenant, lived in our building along with a couple platoons going through training. Cute, long story about a buddy getting demoted after an "encounter" with him.
 
I've had escargot (fancy word for snails) a couple of times. It was ok, but thought for the price it should've knocked my socks off.
 
That's what he called them, fatigues, prior to BDU's as I recall. Its kind of unclear what he was doing over there, they did some things from LST's, and apparently visited some other south american countries. Caribbean Command was it then ? .... lot of things going on or threatening to go on down there in those days.
 
"Chitlins which I would discribe as chewey like a
condom"...

So you were chewing on condoms? I think we have a
winner.
 
We were po’ folks when I was growing up in rural Louisiana, so our mealtimes depended heavily on just about anything that walked, crawled, hopped, swam or flew. Quail, squirrels, rabbits, fish and frogs were staples, along with doves, robins, blackbirds, ducks, crawfish, etc. Once someone persuaded my dad that cooked just right chicken hawk was delicious. I have to assume that my dad's leg was being pulled, but he went out and bagged one. Momma cooked the thing in a pan of cornbread dressing. It was so gamy none of us could eat it. Even ruined the dressing.

Never ate coon or possum. Didn’t eat deer because in the late 40s, early 50s, there weren’t any---they were just beginning to reestablish the deer populations. However, there was another creature that was only then beginning to move into our part of the country, the armadillo. Here again, somebody told my dad they were good to eat, so one day soon he brought one home and shelled it out. Momma dutifully cooked it up, and guess what? It was delicious. Really did taste like chicken….and pork…..and beef. Later we heard that armadillos carried leprosy or some such, so we dropped the dillers from our diet.
 

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