I’m not sure why
this disgusts me, but it does. I suppose, when you stop to think about it, there’s nothing elementally wrong with making cheese out of human breast milk, but I’m pretty sure it’s against health regulations to serve it in a restaurant. I mean, it’s not pasteurized, for starters. Who knows what the chef’s wife has been ingesting or harbouring? I mean, it’s a body fluid, for crying out loud. Why not blood sausage made from the chef’s own blood? How about vinegar made from his tears?
Now that I’ve completely put you off your feed, here is a list of seemingly gross things I actually find delicious:
Oysters
Escargots
Sweetbreads
Lobster
Calamari
Cretons
Steak Tartare (raw beef)
Blue cheese
And here is a list of things I will never eat:
Anything bigger than my head
Road kill
Anything moving
Entrails
Anything turquoise
Tripe
Anything with fingers
Papaya
Anything with a name
Which is why, if you have a pet cow, you shouldn’t name it Burger.
Here’s one of my favourite personalities – Anthony Bourdain – dining out on a specialty in Ecuador: