What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?

I had a steamed dim sum dish at a multi course Chinese dinner and the filling in this one was shrimp or maybe prawns and one of them was twitching....it wasn't quite dead yet. The restaurant had tanks of live fish you could choose from....they were proud of how fresh their fish was.
 
I have seen this on TV. I would never eat this, :sick:

LOL. Reminds me of some coffee my nephew brought back from Hawaii - "Kopi Luack Coffee. I kept it next to my coffee grinder for several years but I never had the guts to try it:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kopi_Luwak
I just remembered another cheese (maybe more disgusting) I saw in a TV special. In Italy (I think), there is a cheese that actually has foot fungus in it.
 
Blood Sausage, known as Kiska in Polish culture was made a lot by my mom. She would usually take it out of the casing and fry it on the stove top. Usually in bacon grease. I still go to a local Polish Market on occasion and get it. It was one of the few things my husband refused to eat. Oh well, more for me.


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I used to love blood sausage, then at a family reunion, one of my cousins just had to tell me how they were made, in graphic detail. I went to the bathroom and threw up and never tasted a blood sausage again. 😱
 
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I used to love blood sausage, then at a family reunion, one of my cousins just had to tell me how they were made, in graphic detail. I went to the bathroom and threw up and never tasted a blood sausage again. 😱
Yes, sometimes it is best not knowing. My father ate tripe often. Sometimes I would eat some with him. In tomato sauce. I always thought it was some kind of fish and I usually did not like most fish.
Well finally dad clued me in that tripe was part of a cow stomach. I could never eat it again
 
I mentioned before about my piano teacher's husband. He was Romanian & considered himself a great chef (among other things he wasn't). He always tried to get me to eat whatever he cooked.
Once, he asked me to try "Sweet Bread." I said, "Great, I love bread." But when he opened the oven, I saw what looked like shriveled-up sausages.
I said, "What the hell kind of bread is that?"
He told me what it was & I said, "Uh...no thanks; I'm not hungry," & he cursed me in Romanian.
 
Blood Sausage, known as Kiska in Polish culture was made a lot by my mom..... I still go to a local Polish Market on occasion and get it....
Oh man. That reminded me. I totally forget because I had it so often, it was 'mainstream' to me.
Czarnina. Duck's blood soup. The soup base is ducks blood, and the soup has duck, prunes, raisins, dumplings, and whatever other variation someone wants to make. I have Polish inlaws, some of whom were butchers, and we got the 'real deal' --- fresh duck and fresh blood and homemade soup.
 
Oh man. That reminded me. I totally forget because I had it so often, it was 'mainstream' to me.
Czarnina. Duck's blood soup. The soup base is ducks blood, and the soup has duck, prunes, raisins, dumplings, and whatever other variation someone wants to make. I have Polish inlaws, some of whom were butchers, and we got the 'real deal' --- fresh duck and fresh blood and homemade soup.

I'm sick.
 
Way before I became a vegetarian my ex's aunt gave me a couple of jars of homemade blood sausages. I liked them so much they went quickly. I was ashamed to ask for more, she would think I was a food addict. Two decades later I became a vegetarian and couldn't believe I ate such a creepy item. Funny how perspectives change.
 
There is a place in Thailand where really stupid people go to get a special "drink." Cobra's blood.
It is marketed to couples who are having trouble conceiving. The theory is, since Cobras give birth to many young at a time, drinking their blood will transmit that ability to people. People pay a lot of money for a half cup.
And (even more stupid), they believe that if the snake is angry before their blood is drained, the blood will be "better quality," & have more chance of producing desired results, so the snake is tormented before being killed.
 
I don't mean to be horrid to you Oldman..but if I'd ever eaten Monkeys' Brains' even learning about it after the fact.. i would never breathe that to another living soul!! :sick::sick::cry:
Why? Actually, I bragged about it when I got home. How many people do you know that would even try it? As I remember, the taste was kind of indescribable.

We went to this place called a “wet market.” There, they sell live animals, as well as prepared animal food. I saw a lot of ducks hanging that looked like they were smoked, fried or whatever. This one old woman had a big metal pan with fish in it. When someone bought one, she would take this big stick and flip one out onto the cement floor, then take the big stick and club it to death before wrapping it in newspaper and handing it to her customer. Weird to me, but others just kept walking by.

At another stand, a customer buys a live chicken, the man takes the chicken, cuts off the head, lets it flop around until it dies and then hands it to the customer. Again, weird to me. After they are done killing the animal or fish, they take a hose and wash the blood off of the cement. Thus, the name wet market.

One of the things that I ate was a fruit called a Lychee Nut. I have looked for them here and found them in a can in an Oriental food store. Sweet and good, but not as good when eaten fresh.

They also have a fruit called a Durian. It looks like a spiny cantaloupe to me. At first, I refused to taste it because of its terrible, terrible smell. The smell is so bad that they don’t allow anyone to bring it on public transportation. At the airport, most airlines, including United has a sign posted, “No Durian Allowed Onboard.” I took one small bite with my eyes closed. Unbelievably, it wasn’t too bad, but I wouldn’t eat a bowl of it.

Singapore is a very culturally oriented country. They are very loyal to their President or whatever term they call their leader. The woman are drop dead beautiful. The men are just the opposite. We went to this place called The Glass Hotel. My escort, another Singaporean engineer, told me on the way not to worry, I would like it, the place is legal and I was fed a lot of hype. When we arrived there, we each paid the equivalent of $15.00 dollars U.S., which is $20.00 in Singapore money. You are then given a Singapore female escort while there. You have your choice for two hours what you wish to do. You can sit and talk, dance play games on different machines, etc. You must buy two drinks for yourself and the escort. Her’s may be non-alcoholic. NO SEX. Prostitution is illegal and strictly enforced in Singapore. There is one section of Old Singapore that they do allow it, but only because of its location. Old Singapore has a few laws that are a bit relaxed compared to New Singapore.

The day before we arrived there, two Aussies were hanged for drug smuggling. We also witnessed one thrashing, which they usually do to juveniles that cause havoc or break laws.

I made several trips to Singapore, Hong Kong, Taiwan and a few trips to Korea. Singapore was my favorite. Very clean. They use prisoners to keep it that way. It’s the first time that I saw monkeys swinging from trees. One of their favorite sports, besides soccer is archery. Kind of surprising to me.
 


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