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[Pescado]

How was it prepared?

In a fine dish I call "Possum Ala Pescado". The first thing you do is that you tenderize it. This is accomplished by running it over with a vehicle or clubbing it with a blunt instrument. Then you eat it.

[aeris]

I've eaten some unusual things, heh...like alligator, ostrich, buffalo, snails...I'd like to try rattlesnake someday...but I don't think I could choke possum down for a million bucks. Pescado is obviously a true nature lover.

Seriously? Just looking at that poor cow's big brown eyes and i feel like a monster each time i eat meat...

My grandpa tried to feed me my pet rabbit once. 'Nuff said.

My father wanted me to eat my chicken... now that sound strange to say! in fact, i got a chicken for christmas by some strange crazy uncle and well,since i couldnt have other animals i kept it. When i return from school a week after, it was already in the pan. Now, i have a cat.

[CellBlockTango]

I read an article the other day about carbohydrates so I thought I'd mention it here. I heard it on the news, but here's a link to the story: http://www.newsguardian.co.uk/nhshealth/Lowcarb-diets-and-memory.4795899.jp

Of course, a study of just 19 people can hardly be deemed the be-all-and-end-all of scientific fact-finding, but maybe someone here will find it interesting.

As for eating wierd things, the wierdest stuff I've eaten are crocodile, impala, warthog (I know it's basically the same as eating pork, but come on, it's Pumba!) frogs legs and snails. My mother in particular loves frog legs. Wierdo. Oh also, on a vegetarian note, my mum once served up seaweed soup. It was the most disgusting thing I've evever encountered - it was basically just a bowl of sea water. Bleh! We've never let her live it down.

[calalily]

My grandpa tried to feed me my pet rabbit once. 'Nuff said.

My dad did that to my sister. She cried all the way through dinner.

Seriously? Just looking at that poor cow's big brown eyes and i feel like a monster each time i eat meat...

You should see cows up close - they're scary looking mofos.  Doesn't make me sorry to eat them at all.

As for eating wierd things, the wierdest stuff I've eaten are crocodile, impala, warthog (I know it's basically the same as eating pork, but come on, it's Pumba!) frogs legs and snails.

Did you sing Hakuna Matata to it?

[pickles]

I've eaten pet rabbits by the dozens. Pet goats, sheep, and chickens too. In my opinion, people who won't eat delicious pets simply haven't been hungry enough yet.

[Ry]

My family is from Virginia. I've eaten that which normal people would not. 

Deer, Rabbit, Squirrel, Pheasant, Alligator *tastes like chicken  *, Mutton *is not so good*...
Crawdads/crayfish...

Plus, B/F is a bow hunter, so I gets to eat what he gets, too. Oh, yay. 

I actually just try something once and then avoid it all costs, but, meh..lol

[Darby]

Late to the honeybee discussion, but here's another potential explanation for colony collapse that I don't think has been covered yet.

As a major believer in natural ("organic") gardening, farming, & livestock rearing, I'm not surprised to see yet another reason why our modern methods of food-production are perhaps not the best.    

Different topic:
Adults insisting their kids eat beloved pets is pretty sad.  But despite preferring to be in the country, I'm a thoroughly city bred animal lover and have never been directly exposed to real hard-core farm life.  I understand the realities kids raised on farms have to come to terms with even as I recognize total wimpiness about it in myself.  Even so, I have a hard time understanding why some people aren't willing to spare the occasional special pet for the sake of a kid who loves it.  Some "life lessons" can be bypassed, can't they?      

In general, I have no moral objection to the eating of tasty aminals, but I do think the way we treat our food animals is horribly appalling.  Hunting is way more humane!

[Darqstar]

As a major believer in natural ("organic") gardening, farming, & livestock rearing, I'm not surprised to see yet another reason why our modern methods of food-production are perhaps not the best.    

The problem with Organic food is that most of the time, people don't have a clue.  I work in a grocery store and it's well known that most of "our" organic brand is really the same store brand with a different box put on it.  If you are really into eating organic, make sure the product is certified organic, not just "The label says," and know what it means to be organic.   At this point, the term is too loose. 

Different topic:
Adults insisting their kids eat beloved pets is pretty sad.  But despite preferring to be in the country, I'm a thoroughly city bred animal lover and have never been directly exposed to real hard-core farm life.  I understand the realities kids raised on farms have to come to terms with even as I recognize total wimpiness about it in myself.  Even so, I have a hard time understanding why some people aren't willing to spare the occasional special pet for the sake of a kid who loves it.  Some "life lessons" can be bypassed, can't they?    

I suppose that would depend on the circumstances of the family and what the "pet" truly is.  A rabbit that was raised to be a pet, and for no hardship reason is suddenly turned into dinner?  That's wrong.  The only lesson I could see to be learned by that is, "Adults lie and don't become attached to anything." 

However, if it's a farm animal, bred and raised for the specific reason of meat/fur/etc. and a kid "makes" it a pet?  Then it's a different story.  I would hope, however, that as the child started becoming attached to the creature, that it would be pointed out several times, that the animals true purpose is going to be one the child is not going to be happy with. 

My father grew up on a farm, and was born at the tail end of the Great Depression.  He learned pretty quick that most animals were the difference between starving and not.  The hunting dogs could be made into pets, the milking cows too (if you'd want to make a pet out of a cow) but the pigs and chickens?  Unless they were breeding stock, he knew from day one what their place in the world was.   Of course, life on a farm back then had its own lessons to be learned.  He saw puppies getting trampled by pigs or stuck under farm equipment, and other not so fun things.  And it wasn't that the family disliked their hunting dogs, hunting dogs were damned valuable.  It's just that puppies get everywhere and back then, no one would have dreamed of putting dogs in a pen or on a leash on a farm, unless they were dangerous.

On a similar, but weird note, I told my husband that if we were ever in a plane accident where I died and he lived, that if there was no food source, I fully expected him to eat my body to survive and that if he didn't, I'd haunt his ass forever going, "What are you, stupid?  180lbs of fat and protein right near by and you starved to death?"

His reaction?  He said he'd do it and not be worried, because I'm an organ donor.  He came to grips with the idea that I consider my body meat once my spirit leaves it.   As he puts it, "When I die, I believe my body is still sacred and deserves to be treated with respect.  You, on the other hand, are planning on having a yard sale." 

[Pescado]

On a similar, but weird note, I told my husband that if we were ever in a plane accident where I died and he lived, that if there was no food source, I fully expected him to eat my body to survive and that if he didn't, I'd haunt his ass forever going, "What are you, stupid?  180lbs of fat and protein right near by and you starved to death?"

Whenever I get on a ship or plane, I immediately examine the other passengers and compile a list of who will be eaten first.

His reaction?  He said he'd do it and not be worried, because I'm an organ donor.  He came to grips with the idea that I consider my body meat once my spirit leaves it.   As he puts it, "When I die, I believe my body is still sacred and deserves to be treated with respect.  You, on the other hand, are planning on having a yard sale."

When I die, I will almost certainly be eaten. In fact, I will probably be killed and eaten. The only reason it hasn't happened already is that, apparently, I taste revolting. My organs are probably unfit for use in other humans, but I'm sure some bioresearch lab wants to take a look at them. I'm sure something that oozes caustic black ichor is not something anyone wants transplanted into them.

[Darqstar]

Whenever I get on a ship or plane, I immediately examine the other passengers and compile a list of who will be eaten first.

Regardless of if they die or not, right? 

When I die, I will almost certainly be eaten. In fact, I will probably be killed and eaten. The only reason it hasn't happened already is that, apparently, I taste revolting. My organs are probably unfit for use in other humans, but I'm sure some bioresearch lab wants to take a look at them. I'm sure something that oozes caustic black ichor is not something anyone wants transplanted into them.

If that were me, I'd encourage my enemies to eat me when I died and hopefully take them with me.  The afterlife will be a boring place if I don't have my enemies to piss on. 

[Mheyin]

I also grew up in the midwest (central Iowa), and the things I've been offered to eat have haunted me...

My grandpa tried to feed me my pet rabbit once. 'Nuff said.

I'm about fifteen minutes outside of Chicago. My grandpa (from northern Minnesota) used to eyeball my pet bunny every time he came down to visit. Thankfully, my mother talked him out of cooking it. He did try to encourage my two sisters and me to eat deer once by exclaiming, "Come on! It's just Bambi!" He was met with three wailing children and the furious slaps of my mother. 

When I die, I will almost certainly be eaten. In fact, I will probably be killed and eaten. The only reason it hasn't happened already is that, apparently, I taste revolting. My organs are probably unfit for use in other humans, but I'm sure some bioresearch lab wants to take a look at them. I'm sure something that oozes caustic black ichor is not something anyone wants transplanted into them.

I don't care how revolting you taste. You've already mentioned that your blood is caffeinated. I'm waiting with my straw in hand...

[Ry]

<- two hours from Chicago.

I'll be waiting with a straw as well, Pes. *waggles brows* We'll suck you dry. Wait, that's not intended to be dirty.

[calalily]

I suppose that would depend on the circumstances of the family and what the "pet" truly is.  A rabbit that was raised to be a pet, and for no hardship reason is suddenly turned into dinner?  That's wrong.  The only lesson I could see to be learned by that is, "Adults lie and don't become attached to anything." 

My dad never explicitly said it was a pet or for eating, so when it was slaughtered and time to cook, this "pet" development was new.  They did keep chickens and stuff too - so it wasn't a new thing that stuff in the backyard would die.

On a similar, but weird note, I told my husband that if we were ever in a plane accident where I died and he lived, that if there was no food source, I fully expected him to eat my body to survive and that if he didn't, I'd haunt his ass forever going, "What are you, stupid?  180lbs of fat and protein right near by and you starved to death?"

Isn't it bizarre the stuff you discuss? I'm sure I've said the same thing to my husband. 

[aeris]

On a similar, but weird note, I told my husband that if we were ever in a plane accident where I died and he lived, that if there was no food source, I fully expected him to eat my body to survive and that if he didn't, I'd haunt his ass forever going, "What are you, stupid?  180lbs of fat and protein right near by and you starved to death?"

I thought the exact same thing after watching a movie. Don't remember the plot much, only that they were in a crashed plane somewhere, stuck in the ice,and they all started to eat the dead passengers ...
In the other hand, i wonder : If the roles were reversed and you end up being rescued, what will you say to  his family? Sorry, we can't burry your son because i ate him? Scary!!

[Mheyin]

On a similar, but weird note, I told my husband that if we were ever in a plane accident where I died and he lived, that if there was no food source, I fully expected him to eat my body to survive and that if he didn't, I'd haunt his ass forever going, "What are you, stupid?  180lbs of fat and protein right near by and you starved to death?"

I thought the exact same thing after watching a movie. Don't remember the plot much, only that they were in a crashed plane somewhere, stuck in the ice,and they all started to eat the dead passengers ...
In the other hand, i wonder : If the roles were reversed and you end up being rescued, what will you say to  his family? Sorry, we can't burry your son because i ate him? Scary!!

I think you'd just have to leave it at "he didn't make it." Or point to the guy next to you and say "he did it!!"