dif the idea of eating crickets disgusts you, DO NOT READ THIS TEXT!
I promised a short follow up to last time's newsletter, because it happened that, after I had set the theme, I ended up in Malmo - Sweden - at Disgusting Food Museum and to experience some rather extreme tastes in perfect symbiosis with the previous theme: what are our culinary limits.
It seems that I have a gustatory-experimental longing more like the detente of Cristiano Ronaldo. I am the proud (well-deserved) owner of a t-shirt that says I sampled everything available in the museum at the time of my visit. Larvae, INSECT and some bugs chubby (they look chubby or related). Durian and rotten shark. licorice jelly, very salty. Some delicious cheeses. Stinky tofu. Hot sauces (extracts) – including the 9 million on the Scoville scale. Gladly I took them all, whether it's peace or war. These without counting the ants from the Barr restaurant in Copenhagen recommended by Cristina Dumitrascu (delicious, crunchy and sour). I also thank him in this way.
Among the exhibits in the museum are also some dishes that I frequently order even in Romanian restaurants: Tartar of beef (the one from Mezzluna is very good) or snails (a must try at Bistro de L'Arte). However, I was most amused by the presence (in the exhibition and at the tasting) of the mill - sour cabbage juice (fermented). I laughed and told them that I drank hundreds of liters; I bring this up to reiterate cultural diversity: what for us is common pleasure, hangover cure or umami for soups, may seem disgusting to others. As I mentioned in the last newsletter that I had to explain to my Serbian neighbors how we eat mice just plucked from the warm carcass of the (un)stunned pig from the weed.
I don't care if we will go down in history as the last mouse-eaters in Europe (they are eaten in different forms – on a stick, expanded, etc., but in our versions: boiled or scorched more or less) so I would be happy if we all wrote to the museum at this address: press@disgustingfoodmuseum.com to include our ancestral mouse in the exhibition.
PS I was amused once when I read the sticker on the window of the room where I stayed, which warned us to keep the window closed to avoid being visited by bugs. How much innocent innocence... I would also have set some traps to get rid of the financial effort of the other day's meals :D.
I'll also leave you some photos, maybe I'll wink at you ????
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