Eeeeyyyyww…that is gross. It made me glad that I live in a culture where we can enjoy REAL food. This made me hungry for some ground up cow assholes….er, I mean….a hotdog.
mmmmmm………
That was interesting, it does turn my stomach a bit. Seeing a whole pile of fried spiders. People eating the legs and gooey guts. If ever I get to travel there, I would like to try at least one. lol
umm.. I don’t see the problem. Why is the tag labeled as weird. Its a culture and society different than your own, embrace and celebrate diversity in taste, style and culture. It would really suck if there was no opportunity to try new things and new cuisines. I just thought it looked like something new to try. I wonder what kind of oil they fry them in, does anyone know?? also are they battered or have the hair removed before eating??
Weird means different from what we’re used to. It’s different than what I’m used to, and most of the readers here. That’s why it is in the “Weird” category. Doesn’t make it wrong.
Haha, giant sea bugs. Never thought of it like that. But they are tasty giant sea bugs. Can’t say the same for those nasty little cockroaches.
BTW, did you know we eat pulverized bugs / bug eggs whenever we eat pretty much anything? They have a way of getting into things.
Think insect parts and rodent hairs are more of a rarity? Think again. An Ohio University fact sheet estimates that we eat from one to two pounds of insects each year, and without knowing it.
Not only are they giant sea bugs but from what I have heard they are the bottom feeders of the ocean, like fish garbage pails. If I have heard correctly anyway.
Some amount of animal feces gets into nearly all the meat products we eat, but that doesn’t mean I go around eating shit on purpose.
As to the tasty argument, I must quote the eminent sage Jules Winfield: “Sewer rat might taste like punkin pie, but I’ll never know, because I refuse to eat the filthy MFer.”
Oh it wasn’t really an argument, I just find it funny that we eat 2lbs of bugs a year without knowing it.
If you don’t want to eat sea bugs, I’m certainly not going to say you’re wrong — unless, of course, you try to pass legislation saying that *I* can’t eat sea bugs…
Reminds me of a few years ago when my wife and daughter and I ordered an appetizer in a Los Angeles restuarant – Guelaguetza, on Olympic at Normandie – without knowing exactly what we were about to eat – the waiter didn’t speak English, and our Spanish isn’t the best.
A few minutes later, a plate of about 100 small grasshoppers arrived at our table. Chapulines are in fact Mexican counterparts of the tarantulas. As the only Anglos in the restaurant (this is an authentic, and wonderful Oaxacan restaurant) , there were some smiles and laughs from surrounding tables. But the grasshoppers tasted great – we put them into folded tortillas with salsa, avacado and sour cream.
Having grown up with a Red Neck stepfather in the Deep South I always thought it was amusing what some people would get queasy over: by the time I’d hit puberty I’d shot and field dressed a deer; cleaned an innumerable number of fish (ever cleaned a catfish? They don’t have scales: you have to PEEL them with pliers … and they still kick even if they’ve been out of the water for hours!); and had any number of small furry animals on my plate.
One day my stepfather, stepbrother, and I made some squirrel and rice (it takes a dozen of the little buggers to make a meal and being too lazy to cook them individually we just tossed most of them into the pressure cooker and then picked out the bones when they were done … then added in the rice: instant perlo!) and my mother, who didn’t even bat an eye at us hacking up half a deer in the garage with a saw and cleaver to be packed away in the deep-freeze, sat down and ate several helpings. Only we soon discovered that she had mistakenly thought that it was PORK and rice she’d been eating (a pretty common dish down here). When she found out that she’d actually just ingested, in her words, “Tree Rats” she literally ran into the bathroom and very noisily harfed it all back up into the toilet. You see: it turns out that Bambi, Thumper, Porky, and Foghorn are all “food” whereas Chip, Dale, Gadget, and Monterey Jack are strictly off the menu (yes I’m aware that none of those are those squirrels … chipmunks are close enough (besides: I can’t think of a squirrel cartoon character off the top of my head other than “scrat” from Ice Age?)).
Likewise I’ve seen people who will happily eat oysters on the halfshell RAW yet somehow get green around the gills at the idea of raw tuna or eel at a sushi bar and will turn even more interesting colors when they realized what exactly calamari or escargot really is!
Hasn’t anyone else here ever had a “spider roll” at a sushi bar? (It’s a deep fried soft shell crab and doesn’t look to far off from what one of those tarantulas if they were well battered before they were cooked)? Crabcakes packed back into their own shells? She-crab soup?
Or, just to bring home how much of this is culturally relative: how many of you who thought that this was “weird” or “gross” had an aborted chicken embryo for breakfast today? Perhaps with a side of cow lactation? Maybe some pig-scraps stuffed into a bit of the poor thing’s own intestine and then twisted into links?
It’s a pretty common pastime down here in the Southland to serve a Yankee a side of Hominy Grits and watch the reaction (one remarked to me that it looked like “Elmer’s Glue and sand!”)… that never gets old : )
Soft shelled crab is just plain lovely but I’ll pretty much try anything to see if I like it. I do agree that much of it is cultural as there are certain things that I wouldn’t try – cat or dog springs to mind. I’m not entirely sure why this is but my best guess is that it’s all to do with the fact that I’ve grown up thinking of them as pets and not food.
In general there seems to be a high correlation between what people find acceptable as food and whether they cook food from scratch or ‘appreciate’ food i.e. the more you like your food the more you understand where it actually comes from so you’re more adventurous in what you try. There’s nothing like a diet of ready meals to divorce yourself from the fact that you’re eating a dead animal! I think it’s a shame that people almost seem to have lost the ability to treat food as an experience and not something that you do because you have to eat something. This is one thing I’ve noticed when in America, it’s not how good the foods tastes it how much you get that is the defining factor. Yes you may have given me enough food to last a whole week for $10 but it tastes like eating wet cardboard.
I’m sure Leviticus says something about the consumption of tarantulas. Do they crawl around on “all four” legs the way insects and birds do? (Lev. chapt. 11)
On the other hand you can eat bugs (but not shellfish or pork … go figure):
Lev 11:22 Even these of them ye may eat; the locust after his kind, and the bald locust after his kind, and the beetle after his kind, and the grasshopper after his kind.
Mark 1:6 And John was clothed with camel’s hair, and with a girdle of a skin about his loins; and he did eat locusts and wild honey;
im from new orleans and we eat alot of crayfish, have u ever saw a gigantic bag of live squirming crayfish? to me they look like a nasty sack full of disgusting bugs then we throw the damn things in boiling water while they are still alive. if they didnt taste so good i would have to wonder what in the hell was wrong with myself.
While we were on a dive trip to Micronesia I had an opportunity to try bat soup. Someone at a neighboring table had ordered it prior to us arriving, so before I had a chance to order it myself, they had been served. The soup had a coconut cream base, which I would have liked to have tried. But in the bowl was what looked like a whole bat ( fur, eyes and all ) looking back at me. The head was propped up like it was sitting in a bath tub full of milk.
I didn’t eat bat soup that night and neither did the patron at the neighboring table.
Literally, there is nothing gross about this. Cognatively, I know this. But, given my upbringing and the culture I live in I have learned to be repulsed by it.
I always say I’ll try anything once. Not sure I could live up to that ideal with this particular food item.
Eeeeyyyyww…that is gross. It made me glad that I live in a culture where we can enjoy REAL food. This made me hungry for some ground up cow assholes….er, I mean….a hotdog.
mmmmmm………
Thanks Daniel. I needed to vomit, and that just did the trick.
It’s really no worse than eating soft-shell crabs, if you think about it. All those legs, that crispy exoskeleton, some sort of flesh inside.
Plus, the venom fangs make for excellent tooth picks afterwards.
their defanged, the venom probably used as poison for vermin or just tossed out
That was interesting, it does turn my stomach a bit. Seeing a whole pile of fried spiders. People eating the legs and gooey guts. If ever I get to travel there, I would like to try at least one. lol
umm.. I don’t see the problem. Why is the tag labeled as weird. Its a culture and society different than your own, embrace and celebrate diversity in taste, style and culture. It would really suck if there was no opportunity to try new things and new cuisines. I just thought it looked like something new to try. I wonder what kind of oil they fry them in, does anyone know?? also are they battered or have the hair removed before eating??
Weird means different from what we’re used to. It’s different than what I’m used to, and most of the readers here. That’s why it is in the “Weird” category. Doesn’t make it wrong.
I won’t eat anything that has more limbs than I do.
What? No shrimp? Lobster?
Nope, shrimp and lobster are just giant sea bugs. No thanks. I won’t eat a cockroach just because it lives in the water.
KNOCK IT OFF—I love shrimp and I don’t want to think of cockroaches when I’m eating them!!
Haha, giant sea bugs. Never thought of it like that. But they are tasty giant sea bugs. Can’t say the same for those nasty little cockroaches.
BTW, did you know we eat pulverized bugs / bug eggs whenever we eat pretty much anything? They have a way of getting into things.
http://www.sixwise.com/newsletters/05/06/29/how_many_insect_parts_and_rodent_hairs_are_allowed_in_your_food.htm
Mmmmmmm.
Not only are they giant sea bugs but from what I have heard they are the bottom feeders of the ocean, like fish garbage pails. If I have heard correctly anyway.
That’s not a very compelling argument, Daniel.
Some amount of animal feces gets into nearly all the meat products we eat, but that doesn’t mean I go around eating shit on purpose.
As to the tasty argument, I must quote the eminent sage Jules Winfield: “Sewer rat might taste like punkin pie, but I’ll never know, because I refuse to eat the filthy MFer.”
Oh it wasn’t really an argument, I just find it funny that we eat 2lbs of bugs a year without knowing it.
If you don’t want to eat sea bugs, I’m certainly not going to say you’re wrong — unless, of course, you try to pass legislation saying that *I* can’t eat sea bugs…
Reminds me of a few years ago when my wife and daughter and I ordered an appetizer in a Los Angeles restuarant – Guelaguetza, on Olympic at Normandie – without knowing exactly what we were about to eat – the waiter didn’t speak English, and our Spanish isn’t the best.
A few minutes later, a plate of about 100 small grasshoppers arrived at our table. Chapulines are in fact Mexican counterparts of the tarantulas. As the only Anglos in the restaurant (this is an authentic, and wonderful Oaxacan restaurant) , there were some smiles and laughs from surrounding tables. But the grasshoppers tasted great – we put them into folded tortillas with salsa, avacado and sour cream.
Tortillas, sour cream, salsa, avocado and monster fried spiders! Now that sounds like something I could do. Straight up would be a little tougher. lol
Um…I’m going to reserve my right to be unreasonable and closed minded and just say no to this one. Bleah.
Having grown up with a Red Neck stepfather in the Deep South I always thought it was amusing what some people would get queasy over: by the time I’d hit puberty I’d shot and field dressed a deer; cleaned an innumerable number of fish (ever cleaned a catfish? They don’t have scales: you have to PEEL them with pliers … and they still kick even if they’ve been out of the water for hours!); and had any number of small furry animals on my plate.
One day my stepfather, stepbrother, and I made some squirrel and rice (it takes a dozen of the little buggers to make a meal and being too lazy to cook them individually we just tossed most of them into the pressure cooker and then picked out the bones when they were done … then added in the rice: instant perlo!) and my mother, who didn’t even bat an eye at us hacking up half a deer in the garage with a saw and cleaver to be packed away in the deep-freeze, sat down and ate several helpings. Only we soon discovered that she had mistakenly thought that it was PORK and rice she’d been eating (a pretty common dish down here). When she found out that she’d actually just ingested, in her words, “Tree Rats” she literally ran into the bathroom and very noisily harfed it all back up into the toilet. You see: it turns out that Bambi, Thumper, Porky, and Foghorn are all “food” whereas Chip, Dale, Gadget, and Monterey Jack are strictly off the menu (yes I’m aware that none of those are those squirrels … chipmunks are close enough (besides: I can’t think of a squirrel cartoon character off the top of my head other than “scrat” from Ice Age?)).
Likewise I’ve seen people who will happily eat oysters on the halfshell RAW yet somehow get green around the gills at the idea of raw tuna or eel at a sushi bar and will turn even more interesting colors when they realized what exactly calamari or escargot really is!
Hasn’t anyone else here ever had a “spider roll” at a sushi bar? (It’s a deep fried soft shell crab and doesn’t look to far off from what one of those tarantulas if they were well battered before they were cooked)? Crabcakes packed back into their own shells? She-crab soup?
Or, just to bring home how much of this is culturally relative: how many of you who thought that this was “weird” or “gross” had an aborted chicken embryo for breakfast today? Perhaps with a side of cow lactation? Maybe some pig-scraps stuffed into a bit of the poor thing’s own intestine and then twisted into links?
It’s a pretty common pastime down here in the Southland to serve a Yankee a side of Hominy Grits and watch the reaction (one remarked to me that it looked like “Elmer’s Glue and sand!”)… that never gets old : )
Soft shelled crab is just plain lovely but I’ll pretty much try anything to see if I like it. I do agree that much of it is cultural as there are certain things that I wouldn’t try – cat or dog springs to mind. I’m not entirely sure why this is but my best guess is that it’s all to do with the fact that I’ve grown up thinking of them as pets and not food.
In general there seems to be a high correlation between what people find acceptable as food and whether they cook food from scratch or ‘appreciate’ food i.e. the more you like your food the more you understand where it actually comes from so you’re more adventurous in what you try. There’s nothing like a diet of ready meals to divorce yourself from the fact that you’re eating a dead animal! I think it’s a shame that people almost seem to have lost the ability to treat food as an experience and not something that you do because you have to eat something. This is one thing I’ve noticed when in America, it’s not how good the foods tastes it how much you get that is the defining factor. Yes you may have given me enough food to last a whole week for $10 but it tastes like eating wet cardboard.
I’m sure Leviticus says something about the consumption of tarantulas. Do they crawl around on “all four” legs the way insects and birds do? (Lev. chapt. 11)
On the other hand you can eat bugs (but not shellfish or pork … go figure):
Lev 11:22 Even these of them ye may eat; the locust after his kind, and the bald locust after his kind, and the beetle after his kind, and the grasshopper after his kind.
Mark 1:6 And John was clothed with camel’s hair, and with a girdle of a skin about his loins; and he did eat locusts and wild honey;
No thanks. I just had supper . . .
im from new orleans and we eat alot of crayfish, have u ever saw a gigantic bag of live squirming crayfish? to me they look like a nasty sack full of disgusting bugs then we throw the damn things in boiling water while they are still alive. if they didnt taste so good i would have to wonder what in the hell was wrong with myself.
While we were on a dive trip to Micronesia I had an opportunity to try bat soup. Someone at a neighboring table had ordered it prior to us arriving, so before I had a chance to order it myself, they had been served. The soup had a coconut cream base, which I would have liked to have tried. But in the bowl was what looked like a whole bat ( fur, eyes and all ) looking back at me. The head was propped up like it was sitting in a bath tub full of milk.
I didn’t eat bat soup that night and neither did the patron at the neighboring table.
Literally, there is nothing gross about this. Cognatively, I know this. But, given my upbringing and the culture I live in I have learned to be repulsed by it.
I always say I’ll try anything once. Not sure I could live up to that ideal with this particular food item.