I have grown up in the Philippines where people used to munch street foods from BBQ's of all kinds to a BALUT.
Last night was my first time to try an under develop duckling embryo, yes, BALUT means WRAPPED in english.
In my 19 years of existence in the face of this planet last night was like I'm into an initiation to enter a fraternity of my sanity because eating a balut was not included in my imagination.
I dared myself and it's like I'm dying to see the duckling begging for life.
I bought 7 BALUT in just 100 pesos with a flavored vinegar and tried myself it was like my God forgive me for I have sinned!
I did manage 2 BALUT and swear to God not to eat it again.
It was raining hard last night but still I managed to ran fast as I can with 5 BALUT with me until I have reached my grandpa's house and turn over the balut and puke way back in our house my mom was teasing to buy more balut then.
It was tasty but the duckling made my brain wired into something like throw it up!
I swear that was my first and last balut!
