I'm right there with you. Imagining crunching on a bug's exoskeleton and swallowing it nearly makes me gag. Repeatedly imagining it kills my apetite and makes m

I'm right there with you. Imagining crunching on a bug's exoskeleton and swallowing it nearly makes me gag. Repeatedly imagining it kills my apetite and makes me feel nauseous. However, I think there's hope for you and I. For a few years growing up my mom (a single mother) had trouble putting food on the table, so most nights we'd eat spaghetti with olive oil and broccoli. She was very anti-hunting, but she started dating a guy who hunted deer. After a while the prospect of large amounts of high-quality free meat (we almost never had meat) was too appealing to turn down. I remember the first time I witnessed a deer being butchered I experienced the same revulsion I describe above. My mom's boyfriend had a trick up his sleeve, however. Before we ever saw him butcher a deer, he made sure that we tried (and enjoyed) fresh deer loin and deer heart (sounds gross, but smooth muscle is delicious if prepared correctly). He didn't tell us what it was at first, and he cooked it in a way that pretty much any self-respecting meat-eater would love. It's kind of a tradition for the hunters in my hometown to cook up a fresh loin (and liver) they day they butcher a deer. Quite often that cut of meat never makes it into the fridge, and it's the best damn meal that animal will produce. Writing this it's hard not to salivate thinking about fresh loin sautéed in butter and garlic. Needless to say, after going through the process several times I went from being disgusted by the gutting, skinning, and butchering to being excited to participate and hungry for the results it would produce. If I can have that drastic a change over one type of food, why can't I over another?