In a country where deep fried chicken intestines are an afternoon snack, and fetal duck egg a midnight treat, the line for a Filipino’s food limit really can veer to the far left. I’ve been thinking about this since last week, when I reached my food limit when visiting my godfather in his apartment in Marikina. This is what happened: He asked us if we’ve ever had maya, and we said, “the bird?” and he said yes, the one you find everywhere here. For reference, this is a maya: (image from: http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/f/fa/falk1984/457531_maya_bird.jpg) So we said no, we made friends with a few since they’re all over the yard at home,…