Mine is a orange slug, aged 3. Don't ask! :gag:

Mud. My sister told me that mud pies tasted just like real pies and as a bit of a chubster I dived right in... :gag:

I once fed my younger brother dog food when he was blind folded. (We were playing guess the food.):hihi:
Don't think I have eaten anything too strange myself.

A scorpion.

Tastes like burnt. :(

Must... resist... replying..... properly...

Ooh, I went all William Shatner

Wilf

Nothing disgusting but went to Majorca earlier this year and during one of their Gala nights had this yummy thing that we later discovered was banana wrapped in bacon.

My sister used to eat the muck inbetween her toes...cuz I told her it was Chocolate :lol:

I think winkles are pretty weird (the seafood)

spiders and worms,the odd magott and disgusting as it is beetroot arrrgggggg

Originally posted by depoix
spiders and worms,the odd magott and disgusting as it is beetroot arrrgggggg why would you eat spiders worms and maggots, the strangest thig i ate was crunchie bar and pickled onions when i was pregnant.

Originally posted by manxcat
Mine is a orange slug, aged 3. Don't ask! :gag:
THe wierdest things I have eaten are as follows.

Mopane worm: A large caterpilla dried then dipped in Chocolate..Great!

Sugar coated locust.

Snake...the more poisonous the better the flavour.

Cane Rat, a large rat that lives in the sugar cane plantations of S.A.

Large Flying ants....eaten live or fried in butter.

Termites...Live. good in protein.

I have eaten most edible plants and even tasted a baboon spider roasted once but didnt like the thought of having spider for lunch.

Pray tell Delboy3, where did you sample all these delicacies. It can't possibly have been on the Moorfoot market?

Cow's udder when I was about 9 from Barnsley market. I blame my nana, she told me it was just like luncheon meat, it was VILE! :gag:

My old housemate ate crunchy peanut butter. My other housemate had lizards. The Lizards had some dried food that was a mix of ant egs, meal worms, crickets and other assorted insects. I have to admit to having something to do with mixing the lizard food into the peanut butter and watching the mixture being spread onto toast and cosumed... Watching someone eat insect laden peanut butter was not a pleasent experiance and one I don't want to repeat!

My boyfriend.....;) :o

sheep's eyeballs
goat's testicles

neither was exactly pleasant, but if you ever have to choose go for the balls!

Ooooh, I really like a stick of Celery covered in Cottage Cheese. Used to bring them in to school for lunch. People thought they were weird.

You should try them... nice!

My friend bought me coffee made in a rather odd way, it's eaten by rare Vietnamese weasles, regurgitated by them and then roasted which apparently gives it a unique (enhancing!) taste. I couldn't actually taste any difference (yes, i tried it), but i think i made it wrong. Will report back with findings once i make it properly.

Cows, pigs and sheep.....Oh, and chickens. Chuck chuck chuck :suspect:
(But not for 26 years :))

I once accompanied a Chinese acquaintance of mine to a Chinese restaurant here in Sheffield one Sunday lunchtime. The establishment does not advertise it is open at that time, but those in the know within the Chinese community gather there for a traditional Chinese Sunday lunch.

I learned that in traditional Chinese cuisine, no part of an animal is wasted. (Wait for it.......wait for it........). And so we were served with a most peculiar glutinous looking dish (wait for it.......) which was stewed chicken feet! :gag:

Most of our English party took one look at this dish, and chickened out (every pun intended!). Being adventurous though, I had a bash. You scoop up one chicken foot and a bit of the liquid, pop it into your mouth and slosh it around so the bones loosen. You then spit the bones into a communal dish in the centre of the table, and swallow the webbing and whatever bit of meat there might be. I gave up after three. :gag:

Draggle leaves the room in search of gaviscon. The stella can wait:gag: :hihi:

I've made a few people queasy by mentioning the fact that I've eaten snails, I never realised that you cook the snail and then pop it back into it's shell to serve. Apparently you re-use the shells and can buy the snails shell-less. How do you know you're not being conned and are really buying slugs?
I don't think I'll point some of my squeamish friends at this thread as I bet vomit is really hard to get out from between the keys.
Do many people eat teacakes buttered with a bit of cheese? I think they're quite nice.

A few years ago, whilst visiting the Chatsworth Farm Shop, I couldn't resist buying three jars of pickled baby octopus. :gag:

For some inexplicable reason, they didn't appear to have been selling well, and had been greatly reduced in price. I gave two away as Christmas presents (oh boy, do my friends appreciate the unusual gifts they receive from me - Brigid, staring in amazement at her gift, told me it was something she had always wanted, and Liz just shrieked after the wrapping paper came off!). Anyway, back to the story....

That left one jar, which I kept for me. I treasured it in my kitchen cupboard, dreaming of the day when my culinary skills would put this delicacy before a dinner party. The time came, when friends came round for a meal. Paella it was to be, on a bed of yellow rice. Mmmm. To maintain the secrecy of the meal, everyone was banned from the kitchen whilst I threw in the chicken pieces, the mussels and other ingredients. Lastly, I opened the picked baby octopus, and strirred them into the pan.

I plated up the meals, ensuring that a couple of the pickled baby octopus were placed in the centre of each dish, for aesthetical purposes, and placed them before my assembled guests. Sad to relate, but I was unawares that my female guest appeared to have an aversion to sea-food, and felt unable to consume even a mouthful. And her husband, suffering from an unexplained sudden loss of appetite, could only manage to nibble at the rice. I found the pickled baby octopus quite chewy myself and without much taste. I now avoid cooking them.

This was a few years back now, but I'm still wondering when my friends will get round to inviting me round to their place for dinner? :hihi:

PS. Next: The tale of the durian fruit!

Originally posted by redrobbo
A few years ago, whilst visiting the Chatsworth Farm Shop, I couldn't resist buying three jars of pickled baby octopus. :gag: ......


A farm shop selling pickled baby octopus ..... that ain't fresh farm food :suspect: :D

Originally posted by Draggletail
A farm shop selling pickled baby octopus ..... that ain't fresh farm food :suspect: :D

I used to coo over those in Makro!


Well, they are incredibly cute.......

I love exotic fruit and vegetables. I remember eating my first Chinese gooseberry (nowadays renamed kiwi fruit) on a motorbike ride to Skegness in my teens. Also eating my first oriental persimmon (now known as Sharon fruit) on a weekend stay with friends in Bury. But I have always, always wanted to eat a durian fruit.

Durian fruit you say? What's that? Well it is probably the world's largest edible fruit. Grows in the jungles of South-East Asia. About the size of a small football, and covered in an impenetrable hard shell, coated with spines - imagine a huge conker. Wild jungle animals devour it, but have to wait until the shell has rotted before they can eat the succulent fruit. The animals are attracted to the fallen fruit by its smell. Ah, the smell of durian fruit is so distinctive, and like no other on earth - which accounts for its absence in British shops. How better to describe it than by these quotes from a Google search ....

"durian fruit, which smell like rotting feet!"

"Durian, the infamous tropical fruit, banned in hotels and public transportation because of its foul odour"

"Like eating custard in a sewer."

"Durian is "THE GOD OF ALL FRUIT!". I know, some people would rather die than to smell the STINK of a durian."

"Due to the fruit's strong odour, it is forbidden to bring durians as hand luggage onto aircraft belonging to some airlines, to carry them on the Singapore public transit system, or to store or eat them in many hotels."

“.....it smells of gas, then of rotting onions or of really smelly cheese or feet."

"Some less scientific, descriptions of the scent of this most odour-ridden of foods:

a backed up toilet
carrion in custard
rotting fish
unwashed socks
a city dump on a hot summers day
clogged drains in August
the flesh of some animal in a state of putrefaction
the diapers of a baby that had diarrhoea two weeks ago and was not looked after"

OK. You get the idea. Guess what? My dream came true - I found some on sale!

My mate Alan (from Mansfield) and I were looking after a friend's flat in Birmingham for the weekend, and whilst I was visiting the nearby Chinese supermarket for dinner ingredients, there they were. About a dozen of them, stacked in a lonely pile away from all the other fresh fruit and vegetables. I chose one, and took my prized possession to the checkout. The checkout woman gingerly put on some rubber gloves and weighed it. £11 she announced. What! £11 quid for one fruit? After a moment's hesitation, I just knew that whatever the price, I had to buy one. Was it ripe I asked? The manager was called over.

From a short distance the manager sniffed at the durian fruit, and announced it was quite a way off being ripe. He offered to find me one that was nearly ripe. I readily agreed. He too produced a pair of gloves to handle the durian fruit, and with arms outstretched and with the fruit at right-angles to his body, marched to the pile. After much sniffing, he announced that one particular fruit was nearly ripe, and would be ready to consume in about 48 hours. Back to the checkout for weighing. Being larger, this durian fruit was £13. But I was sure it was going to be worth every penny.

Popped it into the boot of the car, and returned to the flat. I didn't mention my purchase to Alan, not wishing to attract criticism for my indulgent expenditure. Alan and I had a great weekend in Birmingham, and we returned to Mansfield on the next day, being Sunday evening.

I stayed overnight, and ran Alan to work on Monday morning. We got into my car, but just as I started the engine, Alan opened the car door and threw up on the pavement. "What's that smell" he asked, as he wound every window open. Having a poor sense of smell myself, I hadn't noticed anything untoward. But then I remembered the durian fruit in the boot, and as we drove off, I confessed about my special purchase. Although it was only a short journey, Alan kept gagging, and turned a whiter shade of pale. As soon as the car stopped, he fled to his shop.

I went into my office, ten miles away, and parked up in the small office car park. It was a hot summer day, with temperatures rising to over 80F. I worked alone, until three of my staff arrived for the 5 until midnight shift. All of them talked about an awful smell of drains pervading the car park area. I'd not been outside all day, but wondered if it was my ripening durian fruit - after all, the 48 hours were nearly up! I told my colleagues all about the durian fruit, and Phil sent me to investigate.

As soon as I rounded the corner of the car park, I was aware of a distinctive smell. No, not a smell, an odour. A foul odour. When I opened the car boot, I was engulfed by an unbelievable stench, and initially retreated to allow it to disperse. Eventually, I carried the durian fruit into the office kitchen, where I pierced the hard shell with a large knife, revealing masses of white pith, inside of which were large segments of yellow fruit. I separated the segments, and took some into the adjacent office on a plate to share with my workmates. Phil and Clive hesitatingly each took a segment. Phil managed to get it into his mouth, but quickly spat it out into a waste bin. Clive sniffed his segment, and instantly threw up through the open window. Chris took one look at me and said if I came any nearer to her with this wretched fruit, she would go on instant strike. All of them ordered me to leave, and to take every bit of the fruit away with me. So I packed the fruit into separate carrier bags, (one for the segments, and one for the pith and shell waste), and left the office whilst Chris liberally sprayed air freshener around the rooms.

I decided to pop back to Mansfield and see Alan. Walking into his back garden, I saw him at the kitchen window. He shouted that he hoped I hadn't got any of THAT fruit with me - else he wouldn't unlock the back door. Hiding the bags behind my back, I answered 'no', but as he disappeared out of sight to open the back door, I quickly dumped the bag of shell and pith into his wheelie bin, and left the bag of peeled fruit on the window sill.

Alan recounted how ill he had been all day. Stomach upset, unable to eat, and unable to rid his nostrils of the smell. How on returning from work, he had had a bath and washed all his clothes - to get rid of the smell. I was, naturally, apologetic. As night fell, I bid my goodbyes. Outside, I picked up the bag of peeled durian fruit from off the window sill, and at last, in the darkness of a backyard in Mansfield, finally got round to eating my prized durian fruit. But, it was really bitter, and clearly not yet ripe. I was so disappointed, and feeling cheated, I lifted the lid of Alan's wheelie bin, dumped the remaining durian fruit, and went home.

On Thursday afternoon, I called round to see Alan. The next door neighbours, an elderly couple, had got two workmen in their backyard. Alan wasn't home from work yet, but his lodger Mandy was. She said that the neighbours had complained to Environmental Health about a bad smell. They had visited, but could not find the source. The elderly couple had now got Dyno-rod workmen in to clear the drains! The truth suddenly dawned on me! The origins of this offensive smell was not the neighbours drains - but the durian fruit - rotting away inside Alan's wheelie bin!

That evening, as I left to return home, I insisted it was no trouble for me to put their wheelie bin out on the street for collection next morning!

Looking back, durian fruit is the weirdest thing I've ever eaten. In the end, I'd paid £13 quid to eat one segment of unripened fruit and....... THAT smell! :gag:

Originally posted by Leigh
My friend bought me coffee made in a rather odd way, it's eaten by rare Vietnamese weasles, regurgitated by them and then roasted

I didn't think they regurgitated them, I thought it involved picking the beans out of the weasles poo.

Redrobbo, they used to sell Durian fruit in Chinatown in London before they got banned because of the smell, they did smell like an open sewer.

In my case it ws a T bone 'chicken' curry in a downbeat Leeds Indian Restaurant in the mid-80s. Chickens do not have T bones.

Funny you should mention durian fruit, robbo: Kathythebean and I were talking about them last night.

It was also interesting to hear your Christmas presents story: my wife and I read a fascinating short story (from the book "The Devil's Kitchen") about somebody who had an unopened tin in his cupboard which the label had peeled off years ago, and about how he used to fantasize about what was in it. Well, that Christmas all of our friends and family got tins of food, minus the labels, as their presents. Some were quite mundane: Heinz beans or Sainsbury's curry. Some were a bit more special and some were downright weird. The presents did the job they were intended to - they were certainly the most talked about (and speculated over) gifts that year, different people took different approaches, some opened them up straight away and ate them for dinner, others agonised over whether to do so, or organised gatherings and parties around the planned opening of their tin. My uncle loved his, his wife didn't see the point at all, but missed the irony that she still talked about it more than any other present that year, so it was obviously value for money. But the friends who received the Thai canned insects (http://www.thaitastes.com/index.php?cPath=1_4) still haven't spoken to us since.

Personally I can't think of anything particularly weird that I've eaten (I wouldn't really count snails as weird). The strangest (and most delicious) meal I have ever eaten was undoubtedly the 18-course gourmet menu at Juniper Restaurant (http://www.juniper-restaurant.co.uk/), which included such delicacies as beetroot-and-pineapple shooters, "prehistoric beef jerky", "deconstructed haggis pie", pureed macaroni cheese, and about a dozen different varieties of mayonnaise, in garish colours, squirted around a plate.

winged termites.

de-winged and dry fried.

Like a cross between dry roasted peanuts and deep fried shrimp.