All my life, I have been fairly all about the meat and potatoes. There is too much German in me, I think. People tease me that I think ketchup is spicy. I need a shot of something alcoholic before I’m willing to have a bite of something crazy.
But lately I have been branching out.
When I was at Mom 2.0, my friend Karen gathered some social media friends at a favored New Orleans-style restaurant. Danielle and I sat down at the end of the table being very proud of the weird drink concoction we had ordered. Until the alligator showed up.
Then we goaded each other for about 15 minutes until we both gulped a bite and chewed. And chewed and chewed.
Turns out alligator meat is … chewy.
But not bad, once you get past the idea that you are eating alligator.
Because that is what the issue is for me – the mental. Why is it easier for me to eat a chicken? Which, when you really think about it, is damn gross too. And trust me, I am not going on a vegetarian rant here. I get vegetarianism and all the reasons, but that is not what I am talking about.
WHY is eating one animal more revolting than another to a “meat and potatoes” type person like myself? Social conditioning? Cultural norms?
Most of which I could not talk my stomach into trying. Especially the Rocky Mountain Oysters. I promise you, right here and now, I will *never* try Rocky Mountain Oysters.
The table ordered rattlesnake sausages, and after my 8 year old son tried them, I took a deep breath, a sip of my Huckleberry (spiked) lemonade, and dug in.
It wasn’t bad. I had to clear my mind and not think about what I was doing and concentrate on the favor. And not the on fact that I was eating RATTLESNAKE.
What foods have you talked your stomach into trying?