What's the weirdest food you've eaten?
I'm sitting here watching Bizarre Foods and thinking of some of the weird things I've eaten. I've decided to share my thoughts with the forum and hope to hear some good stories.
What's the weirdest food you've eaten?
I think my top three are deep fried perch eggs, homemade pickled deer heart and fiddle head ferns. I've got a few more but those are the ones I grew up eating.
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EDIT: Also, I'm not talking about quality American cheese, like Land O'Lakes. I'm talking about Kraft yellow American singles. And it has to be yellow American; none of that inferior white American cheese crap.
I can't really remember any weird foods I've eaten, if any. It doesn't count as food, but I ate a rolly polly (pill bug, woodlice, whatever the hell you want to call it) in the 2nd grade. Taste really metallic (in the way that blood tastes metallic, but it didn't taste like blood) and like dirt.
Balut. It's duck fetus. It's so nasty. I almost puked when I tried it. This was actually a challenge for people to eat on Fear Factor once.
Dinuguan, pork blood stew made with pork intestines, aka chocolate meat. I'm not sure if I told this story here. I might have. When I was introduced to this dish, I was a wee lass of 6. I smelled a pleasant aroma from the kitchen. I wondered what my mother was cooking so I asked. She told me "Chocolate meat". As a child, this term lit up my eyes. I love chocolate and I love meat. How could it be possible to add the two together and smell so delicious? So I told my father I wanted to eat some.
My father makes up a plate with a fairly large helping of the dinuguan and rice. As I saw the dish, my eyes lost its sparkle of excitement. It did not look appetizing to me at all. I then attempt to taste it. It was alright, however I no longer hungered for it. I ate two bites of my meal and told my father I was done. My father, with his short temper, demanded I finish the entire plate and couldn't leave until it was all gone. I begged and pleaded with my father I couldn't eat anymore, but he didn't believe me and still demanded that I have to eat it.
So as I whimper as I barely stomached the food, my brother would come into the dining room from time to time and laugh at me. My father didn't think it was funny so he also made my brother a plate and demanded he finish the food as well. My brother wasn't so happy.
So there we were, my brother and I trying our best to eat this food. I tried to think of various ways I could get out of this or possibly trick my father to thinking I had eaten all the food on my plate. I resorted to tactics such as eating the meat, but only sucking off the gravy and then putting it in my napkin. Soon my napkin could no longer hold the food. I ran out of space! What could I do next?! I then proceeded by putting the meat into my pants pocket. Soon, all the food was gone off my plate.
I then told my father I was done, as my pockets bulged out a bit. My father comes over to check to see if I had actually finished the food. He notices that my pockets were bulging and was showing a slight dark discoloration. He then checked my pockets and then looked at the napkin on the table. He did not look happy at all. I was then sent to my room for the rest of the evening.
From that experience I never ate dinuguan ever again.
I remember eating freeze dried ice cream once as a kid. I also like yogurt in my oatmeal which people think is weird. Then I guess octo and eel sushi, but I don't think that counts.
I had a deep fried scorpion once... heres some pics.
Sadly, I never actually found out exactly what went in it.