Question of the Day - Saturday, Feb 8

Happy Caturday everyone! Today's question may be disturbing.

What is the grossest thing you have ever eaten?

Jed always wants a bite (or ten) of whatever it is I am eating. Yesterday I got myself a small box of cheese pizza with shrimp on it. He loves the shrimp, so I share a few pieces with him. However, he's become rather bold lately and likes to jump on my table when I'm eating - on the pretext of wanting to see what's outside the window. Of course I tell him he's not allowed on the table when I'm eating; he can jump up and down whenever he wants otherwise.

I ate half the pizza and decided to eat the remaining later. I put the box on the bookshelf because I was feeling lazy and didn't want Jed to steal the pizza when I am not looking. 

I forgot all about it.

So this morning I had day-old, unrefrigerated pizza for breakfast. This isn't my first time though. I found out a couple of years ago that it still tastes nice - not as nice as hot pizza - and I never once died or even had explosives episodes in the bathroom from eating unrefrigerated pizza. Normally I like to reheat it from the fridge, just because hot is better. But I didn't want to throw away that much pizza. 

The funniest part? I offered the shrimp to Jed and he wouldn't have any of it. Even my cat refuses to eat the stuff I'm eating.   

Probably roast guinea pig in Equador. I'm not afraid of game meat, this was just grissley and gross.

I thought my professor was going to kill me when I ate ceviche from a roadside vendor in Belize. We don't get exposed to the same pathogens that they are used to, but I was fine.

I didn't think they were gross, but some might. I have eaten frog legs, made at home and served in a restaurant.

Blood sausage in Ireland.

Toss up between calamari and sushi - calamari is fishy rubber and sushi is bait, not food.

Caterpillars and ants, for a sociology course.

I'm torn between two items. In 1979 I tasted some 9-lives Super Supper(I was 11yrs old and cat sitting for a neighbor). At the time I didn't think it was too gross but I wouldn't do it now. The other was in 1995 during summer, I had just come from jogging and my sis was on the porch with what I thought was a snow cone. She offered it and I bit a big chunk of ice off the top. It turned out to be a pickle juice snow cone. I think it also has chili powder and who knows what else. They're pretty popular here in the summer time.

Obviously, I don't remember this as I was very, very young, but my mother has always told the story of the time I ate a caterpillar. We were living with Grandma at the time as my parents had moved back from Camp LeJeune in NC and didn't have a place of their own yet. I was playing on the front porch with my cousins. Evidently, I picked up a caterpillar and started looking at it. And one of my cousins knew what I was going to do. She started screaming at my mom, who had gone into the house for just a moment. "Aunt Betty Lou! Aunt Betty Lou! Pam's going to eat a caterpillar!" Mom came running outside, just in time to see it go in my mouth and me swallow. My mother lost her lunch. (Mom was pregnant with my sister at the time.) Me? I didn't lose anything. Or so said my mom.

When I was taking my Biogeology class, our class went down to Chincoteague for the weekend. We were out on an oyster boat (or some kind of boat), and my prof said that anybody who ate an oyster would get an automatic A for the semester. Well, everybody started slurping down fresh oysters. Everybody, that is, but me. Prof looked at me and offered me an oyster. I looked right at him and said, "Fail me! Not goin' there!" He laughed at me. I got an A anyway.

Evidently caterpillars are OK. Oysters? Not so much.