There's a reason they only eat this gamey turd meat in the most impoverished countries in the world you know. And no, it's not because they've got a keen, worldly palate; unless we're talking about being able to distinguish between the different vintages of wind blown sand they inhale on the reg.

Doesn't matter how much coriander or cumin or whatever you brine this shit in, it's still gonna taste like sweaty prayer rug. I'll pass. Although if it's ok with you I'd still like to get signed off on the extra credit for my multiculturalism symposium for ordering it in the first place.

brought to you by