One way to prevent getting sick on the road is knowing how your food was prepared. While you may be wary of street food, at least you can watch the purveyor prepare your meal. And, unlike a fast food restaurant, a street vendor can prove the origin of your meal.
I ate this lamb’s body in Djemaa el Fna square in Marrakech, Morocco. This fella gave me its tooth. I politely declined to keep it. It remains one of my deepest travel regrets.
I don’t eat head. However, I can definitely see why you would regret the tooth. When a batshit crazy man offers you the tooth of the severed head in his hand, you politely nod. And he is quite obviously batshit crazy. Just look at him. Are you looking?
Dude, you didn’t take the tooth?! You coulda strung it on a necklace. Or made one dangly 80s-style earring. The accessorizing possibilities are endless.
I once dared an ex-boyfriend to woo me by pulling a tooth from the half-decayed carcass of a beached seal. He totally came through. But he kept the tooth! Chivalry is dead.
I balked at the head stew in Morocco. But I’ve only been un-vegan for 2 years, so I think the camel burger was progress enough.
I said it was my biggest regret! Quit rubbing it in!