To avoid being accused of "extreme topic drift", but wanting to reply to a post on another thread, I decided to revive this thread which was a lot of fun back when I just joined this forum.
Eating dead, cooked things is not adventurous at all. Go for the gusto and try "live food."
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Well, in some culture, people do eat live animals such as baby octopus. No, I do not care to be so adventurous or cruel. Besides, one does not just try something for the sake of novelty. For me, a culinary venture is not taken without consideration of the potential rewards. If something is not likely to be tasty, one should not take the risk at all. Hence, it is safest to project from something that one is familiar with. People often say something tastes like chicken for the same reason, but in fact it may not be exactly like chicken. The texture and the look may be familiar, but the taste may be different enough for one to try, but not too different to be an unpleasant experience.
So, I would suggest that the prudent would be well served to extrapolate from previous experiences. I said earlier that I passed up an opportunity to sample 'roo meat while in Sydney, and now regretted that I did, though I will be back to Australia some day, I am sure. If someone had told me that it was like something that I already had like venison, buffalo, or whatever, I would be more likely to try it.
Here's something that was fairly safe for me or anyone to try: eel caught from the Loire River, and pheasant from the French country side. Well, pheasant is just like quail, of course. I had had eel before but a different type, and the white meat was somewhat bland. This time, the eel was more like a fish.
Part of the fun of travel is to try different food. Not too exotic for me, please, and I could still have a lot of fun. To be truthful, I no longer remember the tastes of the above dishes, but I still recall ordering a shot of marc (French grappa) to end the meal, before staggering back to our room at the inn. The above meal was consumed at a country inn in Limeray, right on the bank of the Loire River, and a few miles from the Chenonceaux Castle.
Ah, this was how memories were made!