Quilotoa@lemmy.ca to pics@lemmy.world · 3 days agoBarbequed rats along the roadside. Cambodialemmy.caimagemessage-square73linkfedilinkarrow-up1285arrow-down112
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minus-squareSparroHawc@lemmy.ziplinkfedilinkarrow-up64·3 days agoAnyone who’s read Terry Pratchett knows that rats on a stick are a well-beloved street food in Ankh-Morpork!
minus-squaredalekcaan@feddit.nllinkfedilinkarrow-up19·3 days agoAmong the dwarves, anyway. Most humans seem to prefer a sausage inna bun, though the way Dibbler’s food is described, I think the dwarves might be better off.
minus-squareChainweasel@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up3·3 days agoThe best is at Gimlet’s Hole Food Delicatessen
minus-squareBoomer Humor Doomergod@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up3·3 days agoOn a King’s ship they’d grill them and serve them with onion sauce. I’ve got a recipe.
minus-squarekalpol@lemmy.calinkfedilinkarrow-up10·3 days agoBabbington looked wretchedly from one to the other, licked his lips and said, ‘I ate your rat, sir. I am very sorry, and I ask your pardon.’ ‘Did you so?’ said Stephen mildly. ‘Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Listen, Jack, will you look at my list, now?’ 'He only ate it when it was dead,’ said Jack. ‘It would have been a strangely hasty, agitated meal, had he ate it before,’ said Stephen.
minus-squareBoomer Humor Doomergod@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up5·2 days agoI see you are a man of culture. A glass of wine with you sir!
Anyone who’s read Terry Pratchett knows that rats on a stick are a well-beloved street food in Ankh-Morpork!
Among the dwarves, anyway. Most humans seem to prefer a sausage inna bun, though the way Dibbler’s food is described, I think the dwarves might be better off.
Got a have ketchup though.
The best is at Gimlet’s Hole Food Delicatessen
His eyes!
On a King’s ship they’d grill them and serve them with onion sauce.
I’ve got a recipe.
Babbington looked wretchedly from one to the other, licked his lips and said, ‘I ate your rat, sir. I am very sorry, and I ask your pardon.’
‘Did you so?’ said Stephen mildly. ‘Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Listen, Jack, will you look at my list, now?’
'He only ate it when it was dead,’ said Jack.
‘It would have been a strangely hasty, agitated meal, had he ate it before,’ said Stephen.
I see you are a man of culture.
A glass of wine with you sir!