The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain

A post on conquering your fear (well sort of)

Once during a blackout when I was a kid, a frog jumped on me at night. Childhood trauma? Check. So it comes as no surprise that at the age of 25, I still hate them with a passion. Those jumpy, warty, slimy things still make my skin crawl whenever I hear them, and no exaggeration, I run like hell when I see them on the street.

So about 3 years ago when I was given an opportunity to have them for lunch I really was iffy. A friend was offering to order them for me for free as long as I took a bite. I kept hearing about frogs tasting like chicken and whatnot, and I figured what the hell, they were dead and I’d have my revenge.

They did taste like chicken, a bit cleaner for some reason, and as I can imagine, cooked to perfection coz I could actually swallow the thing. It’s just, they came like this. (see above photo) Full bodied suckers that were posed like they were stretching in the swimming pool before they started a lap of backstroke. Needless to say I was staring a good ten minutes before I actually had the strength to venture the taste.

Anyways, I got a bit of revenge, and chalked a notch on the “weird food I’ve eaten” list.

And it wasn’t as bad as I thought.

You can get these at Abe or Cafe Adriatico in the Metro Manila area, and native food restaurants in Pampanga. Ask for Betute.

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