I’ve got my share of adventurous and proximity to either coast gives exposure to the cuisine of many continents. I’ve happily crunched my way to obesity via chicken feet, raw fish, gelatinous stuff I can’t pronounce, dead stuff that I’d as soon forget, odiferous stuff that I can’t, and McDonalds – which extrudes lips, beaks, jowls, and gonads, through dye and onto little molds that resemble fish and chicken.

… well, after they breaded it and added sugar …

I never have developed a shine to fish eggs, likely because they’re bait. I don’t care what the price per gram is – a couple of decades filching Pautske’s and Balls O’ Fire out of a jug, builds .. associations.

Like the time you thought the goo in the bottom might be Strawberry flavored.

… by the time I finished spitting, I was a dry fly purist.