Monday, February 27, 2012

What is the strangest thing you've eaten?

It is a question that people often ask me when they learn of my love of both food and travel.  And let's face it -- I'm not trying to be the next Andrew Zimmern (What?  You don't know him?  Here: Meet Andrew Zimmern). 

The snarky side of me wants to respond with some pan-cultural-love-phrase about how "strange" is a matter of perspective.  Who is to say what "strange" is.  But c'mon.  Let's get real.  We know that some things are universally considered strange.  And, gulp, I admit to not eating many of them.

I've had pizza topped with chicken hearts (rather chewy little morsels - I don't remember much of their taste one way or the other - the texture did me in).  I've eaten camel (sort of like goat - I probably wouldn't eat it by choice again, but it wasn't bad.  And really, there are few meats I'd eat by choice - I just don't love meat).  I really wanted to eat cuy when I lived in Ecuador.  Yeah, cuy.  You don't know what cuy is?


Yeah.  That is cuy.  That also looks remarkably like a pet I had when in pre-school that I'd named "Blossom."  I just couldn't eat Blossom.

I'm currently getting ready for my first trip to Asia.  China, Malaysia, and Thailand.  Unfortuantely, I'm going for work, so I won't have a ton of free time to explore - but I promise to do as much exploration as I can during the time I can squeeze in between meetings.  Markets are best early in the morning and late at night anyway, right?

And hey, I eat adventure.  And I'm sure there is a lot of adventure to eat in Asia!

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