one of my favorite eats is escargot. who was the strange strange person back in the day that sat around watching a snail take its excruciatingly slow time across a rock somewhere and think to themselves, man, i bet that sucker would taste amazaaaazing with its shell ripped off and baked in a cast iron plate with 2 lbs of butter, garlic, enough salt to really kill a pound of snails and a good ol', crusty, toasted baguette to really sop up the juices after. i mean, wtf??? wouldn't ANYTHING taste good like that? i bet you i could do the same with crickets, grasshoppers, frogs, snake skin and robin eggs and have all of them be tastier than sin. i mean, i'm salivating right now. why do we do half the things we do, like workin for the man every night and day, or feeling when we shouldn't and not feeling when we should? i bet you all of that is like eating snails. you just wouldn't do it without the butter salt and garlic, so why the FUCK are you doing it in the first place?
