I was hungry so I ate a Snake
When we got back from the waterfalls Samart had a bag with a dead snake inside it – still warm.
I don’t know where the hell he got that freshly killed snake from as he doesn’t kill animals (ex-monk) and as so often Samart wouldn’t answer a question I posed but I understood one thing – this was going to be our dinner.
First the snake was boiled for about 20 minutes and then roasted on an open fire. The increasing heat caused some of its insides to burst out making the snake look like a tumor victim. Its open mouth was oozing blood and slowly but surely the slippery skin was roasted to a crisp.
Josh then pulled the snake apart into thread like bits of meat, chewy skin including bones and all. The dismantled snake was then thrown into a pot of vegetables, mushed up chili, garlic, shrimp paste and tomatoes.
So now I can say I’ve eaten snake. It doesn’t taste like chicken or fish or anything really for that matter. I tried the roasted snake before it was thrown into a pot of flavors and it’s really bland. It’s texture is the more unusual thing – it’s very stringy and very chewy. The skin is the best bit though: like roasted chicken skin it’s crunchy and a bit fatty.