Here's the deal. I'm just a natural born carnivore, and I always have been. Meat is milk to me.
Anyway. I just spent a few days with the Texas family in Houston (aka H-Town, Clutch City, Crush City, City of Syrup, Screwston, and you're welcome for this bit of awesome trivia that might help you answer a question on Jeopardy) where I had a great Texas adventure, which included wandering through Bluebonnets in bloom, watching the Astros destroy the Royals, and eating gator.
Yes. Eating gator.
We went to a place called Cajun Cafe where I ordered up a plate of fried oysters and fried gator just for the novelty of it all so that one day I can casually insert into a conversation the fact that I have eaten alligator. People, I imagine, would look at me with newfound respect, right?
But I kind of lost my nerve over it and by the time the dish arrived, I was throwing up in my mouth a little. Why is it that I can eat cows and chickens and turkeys and pigs but somehow feel sickened by the idea of alligator?
How did it taste, my brother Jimmy wanted to know. Fried, I said. Also fatty and fishy. But as soon as I ate it I resolved to become a vegetarian which I have been all day long.
It must be said, however, I want a hamburger tomorrow.