Duck Balut: The taste of fetus

Last night, Flimsy and I went to the international market down the street, and picked up these:

 

We got asked three times while in the store if we knew what we were buying:

"You know, there is baby inside?"

"You know what this is? Balut?"

Why yes, yes we do.

After they were wrapped, I cradled my babies all the way home. Sunday afternoon, Flimsy, Saint Gasoline and I are going to eat them. 

Nom nom nom the aborted fetus.