Comments on: How to Eat Fried Worms http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/5203 The daily organ of the Northeast Corridor Social Club Sat, 11 Feb 2012 04:32:57 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: lane http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/5203#comment-60434 lane Fri, 03 Apr 2009 01:17:20 +0000 http://www.greatwhatsit.com/?p=5203#comment-60434 LP, One of the great pleasures of knowing you is how every so often one gets this line "Oh that's like the time I was in (some far off land) doing (some really weird thing) Give us a post sometime about the nightclub singing in Japan. That's an area I really want to hear more about. LP, One of the great pleasures of knowing you is how every so often one gets this line “Oh that’s like the time I was in (some far off land) doing (some really weird thing)

Give us a post sometime about the nightclub singing in Japan. That’s an area I really want to hear more about.

]]> By: LP http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/5203#comment-60430 LP Thu, 02 Apr 2009 21:35:45 +0000 http://www.greatwhatsit.com/?p=5203#comment-60430 14: Lane, it's almost worth revealing my crazy experiences slowly, over time on this site, just to get your response. HORSE GUTS! It was truly a gastronomic horror. 5: Kazakhstan is indeed fabulous. We went to Uzbekistan on the same trip, and I think I'd have to recommend that even more highly. But going anywhere in Central Asia is pretty magical, at least in my experience. 14: Lane, it’s almost worth revealing my crazy experiences slowly, over time on this site, just to get your response. HORSE GUTS! It was truly a gastronomic horror.

5: Kazakhstan is indeed fabulous. We went to Uzbekistan on the same trip, and I think I’d have to recommend that even more highly. But going anywhere in Central Asia is pretty magical, at least in my experience.

]]> By: Rogan http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/5203#comment-60394 Rogan Wed, 01 Apr 2009 15:31:34 +0000 http://www.greatwhatsit.com/?p=5203#comment-60394 P.S. HTEFW was one of my favorite books in grade school. After finishing it I decided to give worms a try. Whenever it would rain, the curbside street gutters would get filled with the earthworms that had surfaced from the soggy earth, hoping not to drown (doesn't seem to happen here in Los Angeles). So I would squat on my haunches, pick them out of the gutter and pop them into my mouth. But I couldn't bring myself to chew or swallow them. Instead I would walk up to some unsuspecting girl (a Susie Derkins) and 'vomit' out a pile of worms at her feet. It got the reaction I was hoping for. P.S. HTEFW was one of my favorite books in grade school. After finishing it I decided to give worms a try. Whenever it would rain, the curbside street gutters would get filled with the earthworms that had surfaced from the soggy earth, hoping not to drown (doesn’t seem to happen here in Los Angeles). So I would squat on my haunches, pick them out of the gutter and pop them into my mouth. But I couldn’t bring myself to chew or swallow them. Instead I would walk up to some unsuspecting girl (a Susie Derkins) and ‘vomit’ out a pile of worms at her feet. It got the reaction I was hoping for.

]]> By: The Modesto Kid http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/5203#comment-60392 The Modesto Kid Wed, 01 Apr 2009 15:02:23 +0000 http://www.greatwhatsit.com/?p=5203#comment-60392 Another putatively gross Mexican food which I like a whole lot, is huitlacoche, a mold that grows on the inside of corn husks. Very good in quesadillas. Another putatively gross Mexican food which I like a whole lot, is huitlacoche, a mold that grows on the inside of corn husks. Very good in quesadillas.

]]> By: Rogan http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/5203#comment-60391 Rogan Wed, 01 Apr 2009 14:36:25 +0000 http://www.greatwhatsit.com/?p=5203#comment-60391 The post, but especially the following conversation, reminds me of a time when I was a boyscout. The scouts came across a nonchalant porcupine strolling through the woods and decided to club it to death. The Scoutmaster, an old Montana hunter, made the scouts drag the carcass back to camp where he dressed and roasted it. We ate it along with the crawdads and perch we had killed earlier in the day. The post, but especially the following conversation, reminds me of a time when I was a boyscout. The scouts came across a nonchalant porcupine strolling through the woods and decided to club it to death. The Scoutmaster, an old Montana hunter, made the scouts drag the carcass back to camp where he dressed and roasted it. We ate it along with the crawdads and perch we had killed earlier in the day.

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