Florence “Fear Factor” Foodie Finds

Ciao Readers! (So how’s that title for alliteration!)

What, more about food, you might ask?  Well, would you rather hear more about food, or another trip to the post office?  I thought so…

Now that we’ve been here going on 2 months (time flies), we are “in the know” about some of the great foodie spots (in addition to all the gelaterias, of course).  However, we are not quite ready to embark into some of the more “interesting” cuisines.  Detailed are a few of the adventures we have yet to undertake (warning – readers with highly sensitive food sensibilities [i.e. an aversion to eyeballs] should probably avoid clicking on the photo gallery).  Here is a “taste” of some interesting foodstuffs:

Tripe stands – This is definitely one place where my cultural comfort zone has gotten the best of me (even though there are many tripe-based foods in New Mexico).  There are these little food carts throughout town (pictured below) – and the most delicious meat smell emanates from them (and they are always super crowded).  The first few times we walked by one I was planning on trying whatever it was they were serving – until we discovered they serve tripe (and only tripe – specifically stewed with herbs and tomatoes and served with/on bread) (some raw tripe also pictured below).  I just have a bad picture in my head (and gut) at the thought of eating intestines (I can remember Anthony Bourdain describing the flavor of improperly washed ones…or was that Andrew Zimmern of “Bizarre Foods”?).  But they smell so good….  I am thinking that in a few months I will put aside my fear and taste away…but then again, maybe not.

Rabbit – “Coniglio” is pretty much a staple here on menus, as well as at the Rosticerria downstairs and in the grocery stores (pictured below, with face – ack!).  While it may not be that fear factor-y to you, since I had a pet rabbit as a kid (“Bucky”), the thought of eating one is totally verboten to me.  However, I can’t say with 100%  certainty that I haven’t already accidentally eaten some – gasp!  The first time I ate at a buffet I specifically pointed and asked “coniglio?” to make sure there wasn’t any rabbit.  However, admittedly, I did not do this the last time we had the aperitivo buffet at Serafini and I did eat many meat stuffs that I assumed were chicken.  ‘Nough said.

There are other foods some might consider “bizarre” but seem fairly normal (and delicious) to me.  For example, the “crostini toscani” is toasted bread with a chicken-liver-based pâté spread – to Steve this is off-limits, but having grown up in New York where “chopped liver” was a deli staple, this is totally within my comfort zone (and yummy as well!).  From traveling to Japan and having lived in Puerto Rico, octopus is another food that I find fairly commonplace (and again, delicious!), but I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea (frozen grocery store octopi pictured below).   There are many other interesting things here that I am not quite up for, and which may or may not raise your own personal fear factor – like the cockscombs for sale at the COOP (I’ve gone back twice to get a photo for you and both times they’ve been sold out!), or just the fact they sell chickens with faces still attached (photo below).   I suppose what is and is not within anyone’s comfort zone is extremely dependent on upbringing, culture, travel experiences, and adventurousness.  We’ll see how far outside my zone I allow this adventure to take me!

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  1. p'auh

     /  September 28, 2012

    The chicken looks very…restful, while the rabbit appears to be less than pleased with its fate! I ate a lot of “everything but the oink” growing up in Iowa. My dad, having grown up in a country where nothing goes to waste, found Nirvana in Iowa where farmers were happy to give away parts from a slaughter. My mom would prepare snout, tongue, tripe, feet, tail, ears…and yes, eyeballs. Blood sausage was my dad’s favorite. And don’t get me started on the feast of yearling pig “oysters!” (by the tens of dozens). In Korea, my favorite street food was a pile of teeny tiny snails, prepared over a small charcoal fire on a piece of metal laid on the sidewalk, by a squatting wizened old lady, served in a newspaper cone. She hands you a toothpick to work the teeny piece of meat out of the shell. The taste is very…earthy, and to me, addictive!

    Go for the tripe, Hope! The super-crowd can’t be wrong!

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    • You post the best stories – YOU should have a blog! Funny, but after watching the 100 episode special of “Bizarre Foods” online last night, I realized how tame these foods actually are – that’s why I called the “foodie finds.” I’ll let you know about the tripe…

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