Got Donkey?

In honor of my friend Heath's blog, "Got Goat," I decided I should write a story about my recent meal of donkey. Its not nearly has fun as my friend's story, but I thought I would tell it anyway.

The longer I live outside of America, the weirder I get. Or maybe I've just always been this weird and it took moving here to realize it. No comments please.

So on a recent trip out and and about, we were talking about how we disliked or liked the taste of donkey. I have eaten a number of things here that I never imagined I would. Most I Do Not prefer, but when people set a meal before you, you don't refuse it. Lets see, I've eaten chicken..all parts, dog, cat, lamb, goat, duck, goose eggs, pumpkin leaves, flowers and on and on. The donkey I had eaten once before as like a brisket meat. Out of the four of us, two had partaken of the donkey meat and two had not.

So after discussing it, we decided to eat donkey. WE DECIDED. This is the weird part to me....No one forced us or put it before us or even had to ask us to. We took it upon ourselves to eat donkey! WOW! Anyway, one of my friends knew of a restaurant that served donkey and we went and ate. It was just thin slices of donkey meat with some sauce on the side...kind of like roast beef I guess.

I for one kind of like the taste of donkey. Which makes me think....where has Whitney gone???

Beautiful Feet