I had duck last night. I was going to order the salad, but my mother first put on a display of mock shock ("Salad?!? But they have duck!") and then applied the persuasive tactics ("But you can have salad at home! I'm having the [*] --- keep me company!")
And I was all, "Oh, if I must, NOM NOM NOM."
And over dinner we talked briefly about snails and frog's legs and snake and gator and all the "exotic meats" I used to order when I was a child, which is rich considering that otherwise, I was the world's pickiest eater.
And we talked about how hard it is to get snails at any of the restaurants in our disproportionately restaurant-heavy town.
*I dunno, something rich and expensive: lobster-stuffed gold brick or some such.
My first wife came from a Pennsylvania redneck farming family so we usually got a lot of venison after hunting season. It makes really good chili, especially with black beans. I haven't had any since then, I'd like to find a good source.
Several years ago, I was at a big, raucous house party in the inner suburbs. I wandered down to the basement, where the host's roommate was grinding venison sausage at midnight. Bizarre scene, that--the sounds of music and dancing upstairs, occassional bursts of laughter, and Jay at the sausage grinder in the basement. I did get his leftovers, and they were packed with Bambi goodness.