David Hammond wrote:Periwinkles...and I'm SHOCKED that horse has not been mentioned. I remember, as a youth, tripping down the streets of Paris, if you know what I mean, I distinctly remember many butcher-type shops with golden horse heads over the doorways...never stopped in, but surely someone here must have eaten equine, in Europe or Asia, no?
Hammone
Anyone who has eated a cheap steak-frites in France has eaten horse. I had worked my way through a number of student-cafeteria steak frites lunches when my illusions of beef were dispelled by my French pals. You have to hand it to the French, though, being "tres correct," (sorry, can't figure out the accent grave punctuation on my Mac yet), and always having a separate shop for Boucherie Chevaline.
LAZ wrote:Rascasse are rockfish, and isn't sander walleye? I'm pretty sure that periwinkles and winkles are the same thing, though I'm not clear whether they are different from whelks -- they're all sea snails, anyway.
LAZ, you may be right about the rascasse and sandre, but it was my understanding that the rascasse must be seen in some quarters as unique because the claim to fame of the truly authentic bouillabaisse rests upon its inclusion in the dish. Supposedly, one cannot duplicate the true bouillabaisse elsewhere. Bouillabaisse authorities, please weigh in. As far as sandre goes, it seems a much smaller, milder, pinker fish in France than in the wilds of northern Minnesota, quite dissimilar in my tasting experience, but as to the classification of the fish, I know not.
LAZ wrote:I had a number of opportunities to try silkworm chrysalis in Seoul, which I declined, at first because it smelled so rank and I was afraid of embarrassing myself (Korean street-food etiquette demands that you eat the food there by the vendor instead of taking it off with you)
I just HAD to try the ReneG challenge! Fortunately for me, there were no unwelcome threads attached to mine. Kind of reminded me of the tiny shrimp called "petite grises" you eat in France, shell and all. Not shrimpy, really, but in terms of texture, somewhat of the same experience. Not unpleasant at all. And, Hammond, take note: I ate them without the aid of tequila!
LAZ wrote: I commented on roe, earlier, and I'm fond of most kinds, particularly those of sturgeons and capelin, but try as I might to like shad roe -- in homage to Nero Wolfe -- it tastes like fishy liver. Perhaps someday I'll find a Fritz Brenner to prepare it for me.
Last year I was fortunate enough to attend the Stern's tasting tour of Chicago. In relating a story about a fan-from-hell, Jane mentioned a dinner of shad roe that she found especially challenging. In the end, she coped by spreading her dinner napkin over the offending dish before her.
LAZ, you are not alone.
Here's another meat that no one has mentioned, but that everyone has sampled at one time or other:
Crow
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.