Eeeeewww ...How Can You Eat That?

I love the American palate. Numbed by years of bland, processed foods, quick monochromatic meals and virtually devoid of anything remotely ethnic or God forbid, different. This is a generalization of course as I also know a LOT of Americans with outstanding food tastes and adventurous minds. I'm talking about the people who refuse to see the greatness in in a culinary journey. They want food that is safe and familiar. Familiar is boring. Sure we all get a craving for some simple homecooking but as a way of life? Forget it.

This is a cool article.
http://newyorkmetro.com/nymetro/food/features/n_10380/index.html

I find very little in that article I wouldn't eat. To me, these are the things that make the activity of eating exciting. Organ meats are especially dear to me. I could never figure out why people make silly faces when confronted with the unfamiliar. You can eat one muscle or piece of flesh but not another. Why? Because we as Westerners( for the most part) have the linear Western thought process. If it's unfamiliar, it's bad. I despise that way of thinking as it not only applies to food but virtually any other area from writing to getting fucked up. I might be guilty of habit when it comes to eating on my days off as I only really want Vietnamese or Sushi but these are the cravings that have developed all week from dealing with predominantly "traditional" foods. Except of course for the duck tongues, sturgeon marrow, monkfish liver, tripe etc,,,but even these become passe when you deal with them on a daily basis. I've eaten crispy grasshoppers and found them delicious. I've had what I think was dog( My ex-Filipino sous chef brought some food from his parents, and I asked him what kind of meat it was..dog? he just grinned..it was kind of gamey and stringy) it was ok, but not great and I would eat it again. Worm lollipops in Mexico tasted like lollipops with a sweet, crunchy surprise center. Again in Mexico, cow lip tacos fucking rocked as did the goat head menudo brought from my host's sister. Congealed duck blood at a Chinese place in DC ( I forgot the name) was like slightly warm, coppery jello. I absolutely LOVE the taste of blood. I sometimes wish I were a vampire. No, a real one, not the "Look, I'm wearing black and haven't seen sunlight " Goth "vampires" waiting to move out of their parent's home. They kind that sinks his teeth into a vein and sucks the blood. I also think it's truly hot. Old school.
One of my favorite food movies (Asian of course, do they make great food and splatter movies or what?) Eat a Bowl of Tea.(it's been a while. Lot's of chemicals and other food flics have gone through me and I'm pretty sure this was the movie) In it, 2 characters are the ultimate foodies. Proceeding each fuck scene is an even greater food scene. The male character in the end dies, and his dying words were to his lover were "Have you ever eaten a yam from the intestine of a wild boar in Winter?" apparently the digestion and heat cook the yam, the pig's metabolism sped up from trying to stay warm in Winter.
I wanna hang out with people that into food. The pursuit of a passion so great it IS the point of living. It makes everything else seem so..ordinary.