After my husband announced he would be bringing home fermented duck eggs (AKA “Balute”, AKA “Disgusting”, AKA “The Reason Why Rachel No Longer Eats Eggs At ALL”), I assumed this week’s Photo Story Friday would document his ridiculous attempt to eat those things in MY house.
Then, he came home from work and told me there wouldn’t be any Balute this week. Apparently, his source said they had “gone bad.”
Really? REALLY? They went “bad?” And, how exactly does one know when Balute goes bad?
Ok, so I don’t really want to know the answer to that question, and I’m not really complaining that there is no Balute this week. To be honest, even though I can hold a worm to my mouth, I cannot handle the thought of those eggs! Heck . . .I usually can barely handle the thought of eating normal chicken eggs!
Of course, after this week and my photo-research of balute, normal eggs are no longer a part of my menu.
Thank you very much, dear Hubby, for grossing me out yet again.
Fortunately, for his sake as well as mine, he doesn’t always engage in disgusting adventures. Here are a few photos from our Alligator Camping Trip — just a little proof that sometimes he really does take me to beautiful places. All of the photos are from a hike the two of us took: no baby, no sippy cups, no diapers to worry about. It was nice just to be a couple, hand in hand, walking together once again.
