Bizarre Things Come in Large Packages
Thanks to everyone who tuned in for the Bizarre Foods season premiere. We’ve received lots of great feedback– mostly positive. Whether you’re posting on Facebook, Twitter, this blog, or sending us emails, we do read everything. I spoke with AZ yesterday (he’s on location in South America), and he was psyched to hear about how well the premiere went. Syria was one of his favorite episodes thus far.
Next Tuesday, it’s all about Pennsylvania. For the past three-plus years, I’ve been sorting through your show suggestions. Bizarre Foods: Pennsylvania has been one of the most requested shows. Ever. There will be lots of awesome foods (think cheese steak, John’s Roast Pork… Philly does some serious sandwiches), but I am most excited for Andrew’s turtle trapping segment. Not because I love turtles, but because of this man:
His name is Delmar, and he spearheaded the turtle outing. A self-proclaimed “redneck” (he even shares his recipes in Real Men Redneck… a monthly “publication for those who like to laugh at themselves.” Ah-mazing.), he not only shows AZ how to catch a turtle, but how to clean and prepare it. That’s talent!
I’m sure Andrew had a great time with Delmar, but here’s my favorite part of the story. A few weeks after this show was filmed, we received a large package at the Food Works office. We’ve been sent some pretty odd things over the years– a hand-carved walking stick, squeaky toys shaped like bloodied human organs, and lots of food and beverages (thank you B.R. Cohn!)– but this package was especially odd. I opened the box. Inside it, there was yet another box. As soon as I started cutting that second box open, I got a terrible whiff of fish stench. My heart stopped. What died in this box?! And do I really have to reach in there?!
I finally womaned up, plunged my hand into the box, and found two of these (most attractive photo of me ever, by the way):
Though they’d been cleaned, bleached and whatever else you do to a turtle’s shell, these puppies still stunk like a swamp. In fact, they smelled so much that our office neighbor’s dog, Speck, goes nuts every time he walks by our office. I know what he’s thinking… Gimme that filet-o-fish! Gimme that fish!
We still haven’t found a permanent spot for the shells (whose stench finally can’t be detected by human noses anymore). What should we do with these shells? Ideas welcome!
UPDATE: Forgot to show you guys the belly-side of the shell… Circus Peanuts anyone? Anyone?