Welcome to my World of Wonderment

Our planet is a neat place, full of weird and unusual people doing weird and unusual things. One oddball thing I like to do is geocache. What other activity is there that makes people travel hundreds of miles to climb a mountain, wade a river, and fight a Bigfoot, just to be the first person to sign a piece of paper rolled up in a 35mm film canister stuffed in the knot hole of a tree? I can't think of any other sport that has such a great mix of technology and the wonderful outdoors. A lot of geocaches are placed in a beautiful setting, or hidden in a challenging or unique way, or in a historical setting. Geocaching allows the finder to share in some of the hiders favorite places, and along the way you get to meet some interesting characters, and occasionally learn something new. While this blog is primarily a geocaching blog, I also use this place to post the occasional funny video or weird news story, or as a platform to rant or rave about something I really have to share. But for the most part this website is about you, the weirdo walking around in circles, talking into your GPS unit like it's a phone, pretending your taking pictures of a phone booth to find find the tiniest micro-cache, or circling your car around and around a light pole in a parking lot trying to retrieve a cache without even getting out of your car.


Ortolan - The Weirdest Meal Ever

I was watching a cooking show on TV and they started talking about the Turducken, a chicken stuffed inside of a duck stuffed inside of a turkey. WTF! Who thought of this? Most of the food we eat you can imagine a primitive man starving so much that he is willing to try anything. Mushrooms, crabs, even artichokes, but you know the turducken was not an invention of necessity. It was some sadistic bird hater. And then there is the Ortolan, by far the weirdest poultry dish ever:

"The eating of the ortolan has ethical eating groups baying for blood. First, it is caught with a net in the forest. Taken alive, its eyes are poked out and the bird is put in a small cage. It's then force-fed oats, millet and figs until it has swollen to four times its normal size. Then the bird is drowned alive in fine cognac. Then, it's roasted whole, in an oven at high heat, for six to eight minutes. Once it reaches the table, a napkin is placed over the eater's head. (To preserve the aromas and, some believe, to hide from God.) The technique of eating the ortolan is to put the whole bird into the mouth, with only the beak protruding. Here sadism mingles with masochism. The first taste as you crunch on the bird is the brandied flesh and fat. Then, the bitterness of the guts follow and finally, as the tiny, delicate bones are being chewed on, they will lacerate the diner's gums, with the salty taste of the bleeding gums mingling with the richness of the fat and the bitterness of the organs. Chewing the ortolan takes approximately 15 minutes.– The Connoisseur's Series, The Global Gourmet"
Ortolan Bunting - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

If you're still not too put off by this, listen to this great podcast about Francois Mitterrand's (a former French president) last meal of Ortolan. NPR Podcast

1 Comment:

mike said...

I think you need to find something else to do at 3 am.