What’s The Weirdest Food You’ve Ever Eaten? Good AND Bad

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

Good: Ostrich steak. Very much like high grade beef.

Bad: Owl. Like mud masquerading as duck. Gamey, stingy, and tough.

Boru

[Thumpalumpacus]

Rocky Mountain oysters. Ate a few unknowingly at a HS graduation party until my fellow grads started cracking up and got me to asking. They were breaded and deep-fried and tasted pretty good, but I didn't care much for the texture.

Rattlesnake was pretty good. That too was deep-fried. Will eat it again if I can get back up to a good round-up.

Chili made with elk's heart was too rich for me.

[Angrboda]

I've been told I was weird for eating spicy ramen with gummy bears.

[awty]

I've had ostrich, it was pretty good.

Not a fan of game meats. As a kid we often had rabbit or squirrel that dad hunted to have meat on the table. Not a fan.

I am a pretty picky eater so the list of things I consider bad is quite long.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

I've been told I was weird for eating spicy ramen with gummy bears.

Yeah, people will criticize the most trivial things…

Boru

[Jackalope]

Not a fan of game meats.  As a kid we often had rabbit or squirrel that dad hunted to have meat on the table.  Not a fan.

Same. I didn't mind wild rabbit stew when i was a kid, but I ate so much overcooked deer and elk when I was younger that none of it appeals to me much at all.

Bad: I still think it's weird that we ate wild ducks cooked medium. Watch out for lead pellets.

[Thumpalumpacus]

Not a fan of game meats.  As a kid we often had rabbit or squirrel that dad hunted to have meat on the table.  Not a fan.

I like venison. To me that's not "weird", just different. Beyond that, or bison or lamb/mutton, I'm fairly conventional with red meats. Bison and sheep are both good eatin', to my palate.

Had rabbit once -- my mom got hold of some somehow and fried it(!). I lost more calories chewing it than I gained eating it. Didn't taste bad, but damn, it's tough -- stew the sonofabitch already.

[AFTT47]

Back in the late 1970s, my high school served up cordon bleu for lunch one day. None of us at the table had ever experienced nor had even heard of this dish. We were completely perplexed. In keeping with the maturity level of young people at that age, we offered up theories of what this was. Somebody suggested it was a dead rat. When someone stuck the thing with a fork and bleu cheese oozed out, there were cries of, "Oh my god, it's full of puss!"

Never forgot that. It took me a long time as an adult to appreciate cordon bleu. Considering that first experience, it's amazing I ever did.

[The Valkyrie]

Back in the late 1970s, my high school served up cordon bleu for lunch one day. None of us at the table had ever experienced nor had even heard of this dish. We were completely perplexed. In keeping with the maturity level of young people at that age, we offered up theories of what this was. Somebody suggested it was a dead rat. When someone stuck the thing with a fork and bleu cheese oozed out, there were cries of, "Oh my god, it's full of puss!"

Never forgot that. It took me a long time as an adult to appreciate cordon bleu. Considering that first experience, it's amazing I ever did.

As kids, one of my good friends made a typo when writing about cordon bleus.

Years later, I still refer to them as "blue chicken condoms" in her presence.

She's going to kill me with one, one day...

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

Back in the late 1970s, my high school served up cordon bleu for lunch one day. None of us at the table had ever experienced nor had even heard of this dish. We were completely perplexed. In keeping with the maturity level of young people at that age, we offered up theories of what this was. Somebody suggested it was a dead rat. When someone stuck the thing with a fork and bleu cheese oozed out, there were cries of, "Oh my god, it's full of puss!"

Never forgot that. It took me a long time as an adult to appreciate cordon bleu. Considering that first experience, it's amazing I ever did.

As kids, one of my good friends made a typo when writing about cordon bleus.

Years later, I still refer to them as "blue chicken condoms" in her presence.

She's going to kill me with one, one day...

Now I'm trying to work out if that's blue condoms for chickens or condoms for blue chickens. Either way, ta for the brain worm. 

Boru