Truth be told, we only seem confident. Every few months, in the middle of the night, when the wind is full of questions, we wonder. We doubt. What if? What if we had stayed with the flock, living as the flock, eating as the flock? Oh, what treasures we could have savored!
And so, again, as we last did here, we embark on a tour of our own Gallery of Regret.
As always, the following dishes were all prepared by professional dish preparers.
We're not sure what this culinary mishmash is, but we're assuming Knuckle, Chicken Skin, and Month-Old Meat Surprise.
An ear in licorice gravy? A whole curried snout? A diseased lung?
No, silly, it's feijoada pig foot!
A wound on a bun.
Whatever this is, it doesn't appear to benefit from further inspection. In fact, it should come with titanium bun-locks. Those exist, right?