Most people don't know I have a weird pregame meal. I'm picky, so all I eat are grapes and a hamburger with nothing on it. I get the meat, the bun - that's it.
I know when I was a kid I ate a beetle. I ate a beetle because I thought it was licorice.
I've eaten a lot of strange things. I've eaten something called a razor clam. They just call it that because it likes like the old-school razors in the old-school barber shops. I can't even think of some of the things I've tried.
At the Christmas party, the secretary with the long red hair ate three pickles, and four salesmen panicked.
I tried a robin heart once. It wasn't very good.
I eat only white foods: eggs, sugar, grated bones, the fat of dead animals; veal, salt, coconut, chicken cooked in white water; fruit mold, rice, turnips; camphorated sausage, dough, cheese (white), cotton salad, and certain fish (skinless).
I've always been interested in strange foods, coming from all different places.
Some people eat the tuna, some people roll it up into a ball. Also, the sort of disgusting texture and smell, I think, adds something to the experience.
I have been told my eating habits are absolutely bizarre. But I don't think so.
Kids are without a doubt the most suspicious diners in the world. They will eat mud (raw or baked) rocks, paste, crayons, ball-point pens, moving goldfish, cigarette butts, and cat food. Try to coax a little beef stew into their mouths and they look at you like a puppy when you stand over him with the Sunday paper rolled up.
My cat can eat a whole watermelon.
I ate ants. They weren't that bad.
I generally only eat one meal a day, which is pretty unusual for a restaurant reviewer. It's not that I have a problem with food; I'll eat anything that doesn't involve a bet, a dare, or an initiation ceremony.
