Every good mission trip to Africa must end with a safari and then a hardy meal; ours was no different. The Carnivore was prepared with meats of all kinds skewered tightly to sharp knives. My eye immediately wandered to the dessert menu. The tip of the skewer was placed on my plate and the meat was sawed off in small pieces so as to save room for the next through-coming meat. Pork, beef, chicken, and more all with flavors somehow familiar yet not. The food was delicious, just what we all needed. The ostrich was salty and beef-like. The crocodile was disgusting, although my distaste for seafood likely influenced my opinion. I didn’t even try the “balls” of some creature. Just couldn’t do it.
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