Gross confession. My family has a strange fascination with fecal matter. I don’t know why. I think it’s passed down, getting worse at each new generation. Family dinners always, without fail, end up with a conversation about it. Aunts and uncles, cousins, kids to grandparents – no matter how hard you try to resist, you are pulled in.
We occasionally watch Anthony Bordain’s show on the Travel Channel. He visits different countries and eats what they eat. Some of the food is not so bad, but most of the time there is some creepy looking stuff going into his mouth. Several months ago, my mom recounted the show she had just watched. (She told the story at dinner, of course.) Anthony Bordain was in Africa or somewhere in the bush country, and eating with the natives. They had a really old giant egg, “cooked” in a pit of warm dirt. Ew. But what stood out was the Wild Boar Anus. Really. They killed a wild boar and ate EVERY LAST INCH of it. His commentary is so very funny, so when he started talking about them “cooking that Hershey mile al dente” – too funny. I was lucky enough to catch that very episode later. So, now this story comes up at most meals, and if you ask how they like the food, it’s “definitely better than Wild Boar Anus.” I’m not sure if that is a compliment. Of course, this is a favorite.
You’re probably wondering WHY in the world I would share this story with the world. It is for this reason – unless you have a very strong constitution, do not accept a meal invitation from any of our family. Enjoy your dinner tonight!
Thank you Lorianne. Our family dinners should come with a warning label. I do know of people who can only stand to eat with us every few months because of our odd fascination with bodily functions. But we do have fun!
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