Peter Ustinov once regaled about how some nomads (Bedouins or whomever) with whom he was dining, offered him what they considered the greatest delicacy: the flesh between a camel's toes, raw. They viewed the rest of the beast not worth eating.
Also, the peoples of the amazon rain-forests regard fresh-caught tarantula as entirely delish.
Remember how the feast scene from 'Temple Of Doom' caused such a Pee Cee fuss? There was nothing on that menu (perhaps maybe the eyeball soup) that was not actual cuisine from somewhere in Asia.
"If It Moves..."
Peter Ustinov once regaled about how some nomads (Bedouins or whomever) with whom he was dining, off
Different cultures have different concepts of what's delicious or disgusting.
I grew up in a culture that has a kind of limited range of what's considered "proper food" and anything outside that is seen as alien. However, I was lucky my mother raised us with a "don't say you don't like it until you have tried it" mindset. This was partly because we lived in a time of relative scarcity but also because she believed a person has to be ready to eat anything in a survival situation. She made foreign dishes from time to time and also invented her own.
My stepfather was the opposite and he would say "that's not food" when she served anything he didn't recognize (which could be spaghetti or tacos) On the other hand, being a kind of rustic person he taught us another pa of survival, so I experienced killing and butchering an animal at an early age, something most first-world children are never exposed to.
Not being finicky has helped me a few times in later life, when I have had to live on garbage, both figurative and literally.
Never tried camel toes, though... at least not the kind that walks on sand. :D
Different cultures have different concepts of what's delicious or disgusting. I grew up in a cultur
I also was taught some of the kill/field dress stuffs at a much earlier age. I can now remember some of my times hunting/gutting fresh meat, although with so many years past I probably could not go a good job of that any more.
Thanks for sharing that little slice of biography.
I also was taught some of the kill/field dress stuffs at a much earlier age. I can now remember some
