Krashlia wrote:Malfeasinator wrote:Ha, trying to trick us into telling gross personal stories so you have blackmail material on us later. I see through your little ruse. Classic.
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Uhhh, so... Is there something particularly strange... That you tasted?
(Prepares to grimace)
You know what? I wasn't going to answer this. But then I saw the wussy entries everybody else put up. You guys haven't really lived.
Yes. Celtic Festival "Haggis." I put that in quotes because although that's what they were calling it when they sold it to me back in 2001, I'm pretty sure the real thing, properly cooked, tastes thousands of times better. My family on my Dad's side has been in the US for over 200 years but in many ways they are still Scottish as fuck. I figured I could at least give it a try.
I'm the kind of person that can eat and like Scrapple. Okay, I eat weird combos of food that people tell me shouldn't work. They work for me. I like peanut butter on an egg salad sandwich; something about the egg salad really brings out the roasted flavor of the peanuts, and I'm absolutely not kidding. And this stuff they served, on that particular day, this godawfully monstrous, warm, grey goop that I had back in the more innocent days of my youth, was the absolute worst.
I could only get three bites down. It definitely tasted "gamey" - that's not a good enough descriptor for "my mind was screaming to me that there was something horribly off about this", but it'll have to do. Each bite was awful, a completely forced effort against my own will. After the third bite, my gag reflex started kicking in. I couldn't do it anymore.
It had the consistency of mashed potatoes made out of mystery meat, and the color of next-day deer brains on your car after you hit one on the way to work. I could have sworn it had hairs in it. It literally tasted like nothing I have had before, or since.
I have to say though, that vendor did make some decent meat pies.