|We grilled these suckers.|
I already enjoy raw fish, from seviche to sushi, and dive in to a tasty plate of carpaccio. Recently I discovered a real passion for bone marrow, also known affectionately as "meat butter." So, I figured an appreciation for offal was the next reasonable step.
(You may think I'm joking about the apocalypse, but I do keep a stash of water in my basement and have a mental list of provisions we'll need during the mass exodus out of major metropolitan areas.)
The food offered for the Offal Tasting was excellent, but unless I can whip chicken livers into a smooth, luxurious mousse or sprinkle daintily chopped cilantro on top of a rich soup of tripe and beef cheek while crouched in a cave dwelling, I don't believe I actually learned any practical end-of-the-world kind of eating. However, my enjoyment of lamb's tongue terrine has increased.