Different styles and habits of eating

Different styles and habits of eating

Now I believe we are all different, and that includes what we eat routinely and even for special meals, like at a wedding, too.

Now nobody dies from the local foods they eat, though some may barf (throw up/vomit) the strange food they are eating in new places, as healthy as it might be.  Often meats are involved, but sometimes it is other foods like the local spices.

And often we humans even pay extra for exotic wood cooked meals, like the old days, and maybe even like the future days, too.  I, for one, always enjoyed Korean bulgogi cooked over a wood fire in Japan. That’s not to say eating it in Atlanta, Georgia is worse.

Just imagine if the meat had changed to like cat or dog meat, since I have had both, too. Even Lewis and Clark on their famous expedition out west bought and ate 191 dogs bought from the local Indians. The best soft shelled tacos I ever ate was in a place in Okinawa with a binjo ditch outside to pee in. Yep, it is all in the sauce, and in this case I believe it did help the cat meat I was eating by the reports. Obviously, the sauce was pretty good, to me.

The first time I had to eat sashimi (raw seafood fish) in front of my hosts I was really worried I might barf in front of them.  Fortunately, it did not happen.

And I had a buddy who attended a wedding on the Asian side of Istanbul, and part of the reception included a local delicacy, cold chopped lamb’s intestine soup. Well he ate it and ended up blowing chow all over the place. Now even I think most new brides anywhere would not “appreciate” what he (a foreigner to boot)  did on her most special day.

While in Scotland, we would joke about eating “mutton burgers” vice the hamburgers we routinely eat in the USA. And they were pretty good to me.  Later I hear ground elk may exceed ground beef in sales in Germany. Since I don’t live there, I do not know for sure.

And in the Philippines I learned about “balut”, which is an Asian delicacy of sorts. Basically it is kind of like a crunchy partially fermented chicken or duck egg, and I lived through eating that, too. Now in fairness, I often had too much local beer to drink, also.

And then I go to rural South Carolina, USA. I had an employee bragging that they were going to have a good “Super Bowl” Party because they had three baked possums to eat. And even the local grocery store where I shopped had chicken legs for sale, like the kind of chicken legs with feet on the end. I still have not figured that one out since there doesn’t seem to be much meat to gnaw on. Even the pigs feet my mother would eat had some meat on them. Now the hairs on them always turned me off.