I looked up T. rex since they are chicken ancestors, not sure if that’s actually what it is.
Arms are definitely off though, more like indominus Rex.
Chickens Don’t Have Nuggets!
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Arms are definitely off though, more like indominus Rex.
When I was a kid my father and I never missed the smelt run in Lake Erie. We caught many hundreds in a seine net right off the beach; they were battered and deep-fried and were absolutely delicious. Those smelt were typically 10-12 inches in length, and were individually cleaned by snipping the heads off with scissors, then slitting from the vent to the throat, pointing the head end at your brother, thrusting your thumb into the vent end and then forcefully ramming it forward which caused the entire contents of the abdominal cavity to squirt onto your sibling, who of course was also feverishly working to return the favour. After the two of us had cleaned several hundred smelt each, we were a sight to behold...good times...
After a successful deer hunt, the celebratory breakfast always consisted of eggs and deer brains, scrambled together and fried in butter. Better than lobster! Thanks to CWD, Mad Cow Disease, etc. that's a thing of the past.
Live Honeypot Ants are an amazing treat, filled with a honey that is even sweeter and tastier than bee's honey. Baked Tarantula is a bit like eating a small, exceedingly hairy crab, except of course for that fact that it tastes as bad as it looks...and it looks bad! And the number one award for Worst Tasting Live Insect goes to the gigantic white grubs I tried at the suggestion of a San Bushman tracker/skinner in the Kalahari desert. Picture a large piece of raw steak gristle, but wriggling, with six clawed feet and a wicked set of jaws at one end. The trick was to throw it into your mouth and crunch the head immediately before it crunched you; I tried...twice!...but never learned the trick.
And of course, you haven't lived until a Bushman Tracker hands you a still-warm piece of Eland Tripe, cut from interior of the 55-gallon drum full of green goo that is the freshly-killed Eland's stomach. The Professional Hunter, who also serves as a translator, informed me that this was a high honour, afforded only to hunters the San respected. I took the 2-inch white ciliated cube, popped it into my mouth, chewed...and chewed...and chewed...all the while desperately looking for somewhere to spit it out, but I was trapped, surrounded by a number of friendly smiling faces, all masticating their own chunks of stomach lining and anxiously awaiting my verdict. I chewed...and chewed some more...just a bit more...and finally, got rid of it the only way I could, i.e. by swallowing it. They all cheered; the PH smiled indulgently; I asked him if he weren't going to sample a piece, and he replied "I don't eat that s***!"
I hope to someday have as adventurous a pallet as
The Masked Shadow
so I can sample such oddities as...mayonnaise...mustard...relish...my god, the blood runs cold at the mere thought...
After a successful deer hunt, the celebratory breakfast always consisted of eggs and deer brains, scrambled together and fried in butter. Better than lobster! Thanks to CWD, Mad Cow Disease, etc. that's a thing of the past.
Live Honeypot Ants are an amazing treat, filled with a honey that is even sweeter and tastier than bee's honey. Baked Tarantula is a bit like eating a small, exceedingly hairy crab, except of course for that fact that it tastes as bad as it looks...and it looks bad! And the number one award for Worst Tasting Live Insect goes to the gigantic white grubs I tried at the suggestion of a San Bushman tracker/skinner in the Kalahari desert. Picture a large piece of raw steak gristle, but wriggling, with six clawed feet and a wicked set of jaws at one end. The trick was to throw it into your mouth and crunch the head immediately before it crunched you; I tried...twice!...but never learned the trick.
And of course, you haven't lived until a Bushman Tracker hands you a still-warm piece of Eland Tripe, cut from interior of the 55-gallon drum full of green goo that is the freshly-killed Eland's stomach. The Professional Hunter, who also serves as a translator, informed me that this was a high honour, afforded only to hunters the San respected. I took the 2-inch white ciliated cube, popped it into my mouth, chewed...and chewed...and chewed...all the while desperately looking for somewhere to spit it out, but I was trapped, surrounded by a number of friendly smiling faces, all masticating their own chunks of stomach lining and anxiously awaiting my verdict. I chewed...and chewed some more...just a bit more...and finally, got rid of it the only way I could, i.e. by swallowing it. They all cheered; the PH smiled indulgently; I asked him if he weren't going to sample a piece, and he replied "I don't eat that s***!"
I hope to someday have as adventurous a pallet as
The Masked Shadow
so I can sample such oddities as...mayonnaise...mustard...relish...my god, the blood runs cold at the mere thought...
They are but aren't at the same time. Basically it's along the line of how us humans are somewhat related to the great apes. We are related but just barely. At one point in time we had A common ancestor but have diverged greatly from one another to the point were we share a majority of the same DNA sequences but barely look anything alike one another.
Another way to think about is that it's somewhat similar to how otters, badgers, weasels, and skunks are all related but are all different offshoots of the same ancestor that evolved for different life styles, defenses and ECT. They don't even share the same family name as each other but can still be linked together.
Btw tyrannosaurs did have 3 fingers before eventually loosing 1 thru evolution.
I’m pretty sure that the strangest thing I’ve ever eaten is Menudo.
Also there is this Vietnamese fish paste goo which basically smells like a week old dead fish (which is apparently month- old dead fish) mixed with chilies, green onions and tomatoes or something.
Also there is this Vietnamese fish paste goo which basically smells like a week old dead fish (which is apparently month- old dead fish) mixed with chilies, green onions and tomatoes or something.
I hope to someday have as adventurous a pallet as
*gulp* of course I’m going to be the one to tell you this ?
it’s the cows pecker, I know this bc I can buy a smoked version at the pet store for my dog…smells horrendous when she starts chewing
My goodness! I sure won't be getting one of those for my dog anytime soon.His farts smell bad enough,I don't need anything else adding to them!
I was referring to the eating being the smelly part but you sir are correct it’s definitely doesn’t smell any better or worse coming out the other end!!!
Well fortunately chickens don’t have pizzles.
Can you imagine the embarrassment at Sunday dinner?
Can you imagine the embarrassment at Sunday dinner?
