DiO reminds me. I've had what he's had, if by "slugs" he means escargot, but not wild boar that I can remember. And I'm thinking I must've had snake at some point, but I can't place it, so no credit there.
Never tried vegemite. There was stuff written about it whenMen At WarMen Of PeaceMen At Work sang their song in the '80s, and when I saw one reviewer write that vegemite tasted like "rancid prune whip," I decided not to go seek it out.
A lot of Americans in Korea didn't like kimchi. I did. But not enough to get addicted to it, like some of the Koreans are. They also served up porridge as a breakfast option. I tried it in several different flavors, and they were all horrible. Goldilocks was nuts. It's not good at any temperature.
Y'know, if you go to shake hands with a homicidal maniac, you can expect bad things to happen. Bison are homicidal maniacs, except they have sharp hooves, sharp horns, weigh a ton, can run faster than us, and turn on a dime. I love bison (both to watch and to eat). But there's no way I'd be in range for one to charge me. I saw a motorcyclist once just barely escape an irate bison, and that made me determined not to ride motorcycles through buffalo country either.
Yup, escargot wrapped in bacon.
I once worked with a homicidal maniac on a clean up crew. After one week I told management that I refused to work with him after he kept telling me about his sick fantasies. I even reported it to the police who worked security for the beer festival. Unfortunately they didn't take me seriously. Months later he took a hammer to an old lady, and who knows what else that was never solved. I knew it would happen some day. Hard living with that.
I was a kid visiting the local Trexler Park Game Preserve. I somehow got inside the fence (which wasn't more than reinforced chicken wire at the time... and animals often escaped), and the bison charge me sending me into a pile of smelly hay. The Bison were pretty tame, but the staff got me out quickly, crying and a few minor bruises, hosed me down, and I went on my way with the family. Later that day an Ostrich reached over the fence and bit me on my hand. I did have Ostrich burgers later in life at Knoebels Amusement Park... considered that payback also.
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