BABY BIRD EYEBALLS
No. NoNoNoNONONONOOOOOOO. The balut has always creeped me out since first learning of it on Fear Factor. It’s the entirety of a thing versus just a part. An entire system consumed, devoured, now devoid of existence, residing entirely in my tummy, versus a hunk of a larger part which somehow feels less intimidating, less destructive. Less personal. This is why I was accidentally a vegetarian for nearly a year one time years back. Just kinda forgot to eat meat. Pasta and popcorn, not a bad way to go, despite the carnivorous satisfaction gleaned from sinking one’s teeth into the tender flesh of a cut of meat, steak, in particular.