Like I’ve said before, I’m pretty open minded when it comes to what I’ll eat. I grew up eating tongue on the regular (thanks Mom, I owe you one) and have even had testicles (of the bull variety at an Argentine barbeque) and really the only thing I will not, under any circumstances, eat are insects.
But now, well, oh boy let me tell you, I am adding another item to the “Will-not-ever-eat-EVER” list. I need to warn you, it’s disgusting. It’s awful. It’s weird and freaky and makes me feel clammy and about to vommit.
What is it? IT’S PLACENTA. Jesus Christ Almighty, why would anyone ever eat effing placenta? Ugh, I feel queasy just thinking about it.
New York Magazine has a story in their latest issue that is simultaneously interesting, horryfing, and nauseating. I highly recommend reading it, but unlike what I did, I recommend reading it NOT while eating lunch or any other meal. It’s about mothers who eat the placenta of their fresh-out-of-the-womb children.
I don’t know that I’ll ever have children (gotta get married first, right? Lord knows that seems an eternity away) but this much I do know: I don’t care how many vitamins and nutrients are in placenta, I am NEVER EATING IT. EVER EVER EVER.
Seriously though, read the story. I’ll be dry heaving in the corner, if anyone needs me.