We all sat on the floor and ate clams, oysters, grilled shrimp, and hotpot (soup, which is still cooking on a gas stove in front of you). It was all delicious. I could hear them all talking about whether or not I can eat these fertilized duck eggs. I just smiled.
During the course of the meal, it came up again. And I just decided that these questions are always going to come up until I have an answer. So I picked up the egg and cracked it on the floor (it's a duck egg that was boiled just shortly before it might have hatched). Phượng handed me a spoon and said, "Don't thinking, just eating."
It really wasn't half bad! It really is the looks that get you, because you can see the beginnings of the baby feathers (I hope I don't lose readers from this post). You can dip it in a salt, pepper, and lime mixture, and you would never know what you're eating.
Very intense picture. Everyone watching me eat was a little uncomfortable, but it would have been worse if it had made me sick.
4 comments:
I guess we could have tried that with hen eggs....nah! So proud of how you try all the different foods!!
Ew. I'll try almost anything once, though.
no, they aren't rotten like that Mom. They don't smell like that, and it mostly just tasted like a boiled egg
oh golly, I'm so proud of you!...look how long your hair is!
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