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>>>Bring 'em on, big boy! I'm un-grossable!
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>>once upon a time i was sitting in a roadside eatinghouse in Hue in Vietnam eating a beef noodle soup and chatting to some friends. The cook brought out a bowl of boiled eggs and put them in front of us. I carried on chatting and eating my soup and absent mindedly picked up a boiled egg and started peeling it. When the top came off i discovered that a delicacy in Vietnam is to boil the egg just a few days before it was going to hatch... and there was the chick/embryo with eyes and beak and wings looking up at me.
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>How did it taste? (a bit like chicken?) :-) That sound most unsavoury. Wouldn't be so bad roasted - like a ultra-nouvelle cuisine pullet.
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>Did you suck it off its beak or what?
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I chickened out... had i been hungry and expecting it i may have given it a try but taken by suprise with plenty else to eat.... i sent it back.


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>>another time i was staying in a yurt with some Kazakh nomads in some mountains in the west of China. After about a week of eating stale bread and horses milk mine host slaughtered a sheep. So i watched him kill it and hang it up in the doorway of the yurt as it bled to death and thought, oh well, at least there'll be a barbecue tonight. Well, eventually we all sat around the fire and i was presented with a bowl of boiled sheep's innards ; stomach, gizzard, rubbery stuff with lumps on, kidneys, liver, lung, intestine.. etc etc. I ate as much as i could (there was nowt else) and politely handed my bowl back. I got the leftovers back for breakfast next morning.
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>That sounds like an offal experience you had! I bet they were all tucking into lamb chops and laughing their rocks off at you :-)
> Did it taste bad?

as good as it looked


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>I saw a docu, of the BBC series "Tribe", where this English guy, Bruce Parry, stays with remote primitive villages around the world and becomes at one with them:
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>http://www.bbc.co.uk/tribe/bruce/index.shtml
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>In one he was adopted into the house of an old woman, as her son, and had the resp. of bringing her food. Game during his time was scarce. These people would travel in the jungle for days, wrapping their meagre kills in leaves and carrying them with. Of course, you can imagine the meat after a few days in the steamy heat.
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>Back at the village the (uncleaned or gutted) animals were simply placed in a hot pit and covered, for cooking. They seemed to have been taken out too soon for our sensibilities. As Bruce picked at the meat from the, still furry, wee critter, you could see the disgust on his face. He said to camera that it smelled of "...poo and death". He didn't eat much more.
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>I swear I could smell that meal through the telly!
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In borneo the food was mostly OK... wild boar, deer and dog. With rice and something they called 'sayur utan' (jungle vegetable). The markets in Laos were an eye opener... rats, pangolin, crickets, beetles, cockroaches - i never knowingly ate any of the above but....


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>>Then there's Tibet... rancid yak butter tea anyone? How about ground roasted barley mixed into a paste with rancid yak butter?
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>Now THAT would put me off

actually i came to quite like both.

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>My, you HAVE travelled, eh!
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i retired when i was 30, sold my house and bought a one-way ticket to Nairobi. Came back when the money ran out 5 years later.


>Nice one
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>Terry