in the darkened evening streets of chinese villages, ladies stand over thin troughs of embers, fanning them to heat the skewered meat that they cook and sell from the top. .
i ordered 5 cow-meat skewers before i spied something in the darkness that i'd never seen before - roughly ovoid shaped, with a yellow yolky section, but other parts that were squiggly, or smooth, or sticking out. i decided that it was a mushroom and ordered two.
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when they came, i pulled a little leggy thing off one before biting into it. the taste of yolk was distinct, mixed with another rubbery, almost meaty flavour.
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i looked down at the leggy thing on my plate. it was a leg. in the other mushroom i made out little feet, a head shape, a yolk - no longer an egg, but not quite yet a chicken. my stomach lurched. i staggered home and brushed my teeth for 7 days and 7 nights.
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after all the things i've eaten in china, i don't know why this should have affected me in the slightest, but it did. i was revolted.
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ondrej has found his limit.
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pics - chinese mushrooms
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