**LOL, I post some of the odd ones, for information, as in eating grasshoppers, we need to know that it can be done, if we are ever that hungry.**
We have a strange seafood festival here every year. I’ve tried some of the stuff, some of it... No way!
Although, do you realize how hungry/desperate the first person to eat an oyster was?! LOL
Have no prob eating deer, but don’t like squirrel. I think it’s because when they’re dressed out, they look like tiny skinned humans. Shudder. no prob with fish/shrimp but I can’t abide the thought of eating a crawdad. Or a monkey. Or an elephant or a giraffe. Water buffalo—bring him on. Isn’t that weird? Wonder how things got divided into food or friend?
Love goats—as pets/milk. I’d be like you—eating just the veggies!
Haven’t tried watermelon in soup yet! My crowd would probably pitch a fit!
Watermelon in soup, could be called squash ??? LOL
Soup without cabbage, squash and tomatoes, is too puny for me.
Oysters, are a good way to get me to eat all the vegetables....
I have never lived where there were Squirrels, so have never considered eating them.
As a kid we ate wild rabbits and wild Prairie hens, in Texas.
During WW2, my dad made money raising rabbits to sell, on the black market.
I love the rabbits, but discovered that I did not like to eat them as an adult.
Bill refused to allow me to keep them, as he would be the one to dress them out, LOL, I wouldn’t eat them, so I found buyers who would buy the dressed rabbits.
Bill said that they sounded like babies when he killed them.
A friend, who was in Cambodia, during Viet Nam war, training them to fight and as a front crew, you know the ones the news said were not there.
Larry said they would come to a village and the feast would be in the works, as they were welcome.
He was one of those guys who would eat anything.....except monkey.
He said they came to a village and that the villagers had dressed out the monkeys and thrown them on the thatched hut roof, till time to cook them.............and they looked like human babies.
His stories were interesting, as he was there, retired from the Army before we knew him.
Larry said they would switch a couple wires on the military radio and then could listen to the American radio, say they were not in Cambodia.
My thinking on the odd foods, is that if I know they exist and have some idea of how to cook them, that will save me, as I am sure that I could figure out how to catch them, LOL, I read those articles too.
To be stranded here is more deadly, than most places, we had a guy escape from jail, about 20 years ago.
He knew how to live in the wild and did survive in the desert for about 3 or 4 months.
One day, he knocked on a mobile home door, told the 14 year old girl to call the cops, he was the one they were looking for.
He was starving and from the wild rabbits, had gotten worms and warbles, [skin worms] and was a mess.
When I eat deer, I feel like I am eating the deer’s eyes, so put them on the ‘very’ hungry list.
I miss my goats, more than you can guess.
Mine were Nubians, if I had a choice, and they are [to me] like a Siamese cat, all personality and talking up a storm......and fantastic milkers.
Lucy, always wanted to go for a walk with me, we lived out in the desert out of Wellton, Arizona [Yuma County].
Lucy would walk to the edge of the light circle from the street light we had and no further........she would stand there and fuss and complain, if I went outside the light circle.
In the day light, she would go as far as I did and often went for a walk with me to the neighbors, a half mile away.
When we got the electric in, we had them install a street light, LOL, not knowing it would attract all the bugs and concentrate them close to the house.
I had bought the land as an investment, then one day the doctor said “If you could take Bill to Arizona, he might get better.” And so I did. And he lived another 33 years.
Bill had a bad lung, as a bullet went through it, on the battle field in WW2.
The first year, we had a small travel trailer and slept out doors.
Lucy and Misty, I had bought before we had goat pens, so they slept in the patio with us, LOL, one on each side of the bed, as close to the bed as they could get.
If you got up during the night, they fussed, until you were back in bed.
When you woke in the morning, your fingernails were full of black, as best that i could figure it, they had a set schedule for getting their heads scratched and could get me to do it, with out even waking me up.
I can understand how folks come to live with their animals, they are willing to fit in, as people.
When we got a trailer, large enough to have a bed in it, it came with magnetic screen door latches.
If I did not get up, or took a nap in the day time, I would wake up to the sound of high heels marching down the trailer, and there would be Misty, checking on me.
That first ‘larger trailer’, was as close to identical, as they come, to Lucille Ball’s, Long Long Trailer.