adequacy: fingers, lips, a tongue and three pounds of mush

Everything here I have not eaten, I would like to eat. Yes, even the ortolan. And to think I was once a vegan. Fuck 'em.

101. Microbrew/local mead (I've heard that it makes a night/day difference, and I can't stand the few commercial meads there are.)
102. Ortolan (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ortolan_Bunting#Gastronomy), the pinnacle of cruelty.
103. Those anti-popsicles made from meat broths gelatinized by that hydrocolloid which is congealed when warm, and "melts" as it cools down to room temperature.
104. Chocolate "molten" cake (or, undercooked chocolate soufflé)
105. A proper lasagne, with Béchamel sauce as the primary binder, instead of ricotta.
106. A can's worth of tuna fish, unadorned.
107. Seared rare tuna steak
108. Azuki bean dessert soup (I made this for a hippie pot-luck; I didn't like it much at all. As a sort of odd aside, this has sentimental value to me since the person who went out of his way to tell me that he liked it, died in a wilderness accident a few years later. I was pretty bummed out about how the dish had come out & I really appreciated the compliment from an all-around kind & honest person. I wish I'd gotten to know him better.)
109. Drunken live shrimp (http://www.weirdmeat.com/2006/02/shanghai-drunken-shrimp.html).
110. Moules frites
111. Roast wild boar
112. Aussie meat pie
113. Gueuze
114. Fresh lychee
115. Black pudding