“Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.” 

Today feels warm. It is 37˚. The sun has disappeared and been replaced by whitish grey clouds. A slight wind blows the smaller branches. The dogs have been in and out all morning. I went on the porch while they were out and checked the yard. I saw a couple of cans stolen from the trash, two dog toys and an unknown red object. Nala brought the toys inside. Sometimes she does. Sometimes she doesn’t.

The languor of the last few months disappeared yesterday and has given way to a kind of frenzy. It all started with a snow globe covered in dust. I swiped it with my sweatshirt, my usual cleaning cloth. The snow globe looked so good I ended up cleaning all of the snow globes then I moved on with a duster and wet wipes to the rest of the wooden boxes. All of the items in each of the boxes are now clear of dust. This morning, when I went to get the cream from the fridge, I noticed some of the fridge shelves needed cleaning. I cleaned right then as if I had been possessed by a monster with a fearful face dressed in an apron, a house dress and slippers and carrying a whip and a broom. The coffee got cold. The top of my desk was next. I organized it, but the wind up toys on the desk shelf still need cleaning. They are next. I have decided my only way out of this is either to roam the house blindly or go out to do a couple of errands. I’m thinking the latter.

In my travels I have eaten strange things. In Ghana, I always bought bushmeat on the train. The meat came on a skewer, and there was so much hot pepper on the meat you had to wrap it in bread to eat it. I never thought about the source of the meat. I don’t think I wanted to know. Much later I found out it was any wild meat. I’m glad I didn’t know.

I ate Guinea pig or Cuy as it is called in South America, a local delicacy in Ecuador. I remember the restaurant was a small, local spot with Guinea pigs running around. The Guinea pig was roasted and came whole with a bunch of side dishes. I remember the potatoes were delicious.

I had reindeer in Finnish Lapland. Sometimes I’m asked how it tasted. I always say it was delicious except I found the blinking red light a distraction.

Chicken feet taste better than you’d expect but eating them takes work with all the bones. I ate wild bird in Iceland. The ptarmigan is the only one I remember on the plate. I tried frog legs and found them far better tasting than I expected. I’d order them again.

In this country I’ve eaten Rocky Mountain oysters, but I didn’t know what I was eating. I think I would have gagged to find out they are bull testicles. I’ve had eel which is pretty good. I ate gross jello salad when I was young. I don’t even like Jello. I used to eat Spam, the unknown meat, but only when it was fried.

I am still ever ready to taste the oddities. I just don’t want to know what I’m eating.

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4 Comments on ““Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.” ”

  1. Birgit Says:

    I really tried but I couldn’t eat chicken feet.
    Whatever Schweinskopfsülze is called in English (head cheese?, porc head meat in aspic jelly), it’s one of our regional specialities. I can eat it but I’m glad if I don’t have to.
    Cold but sunny here, it starts to look like spring.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      Yours was a good choice of avoiding the chicken feet. The texture was gross.

      I know head cheese but haven’t ever chosen to try it.

      Still cold here. Spring is not even close.

  2. William Says:

    I ate cut up boiled pig intestines in Japan, way out in the country. Probably little or no nutritional value. And bear claw soup, with the actual claw in the soup. And of course land snail stew in Tafo, Ghana.

    • katry Says:

      Bill,
      I think I would have avoided the pig intestines. I remember Thomas made chicken head and foot broth. It looked gross cooking but tasted like a good chicken broth.

      Those snail are enormous. I would have no trouble eating snail stew, but I always shied away from the ones sold along the roadside. They looked gross somehow.


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