I like to try local food from cultures that aren't my own. You should see some of the weird pig dishes I ate in Germany. However, it took me almost a week to try one of the preserved duck eggs I picked up in Chinatown on Sunday. It was black, mostly eggy with a scary aftertaste, and half of one was enough. I'm giving the rest to the Taiwan-dwelling friends whose initial pidan excitement made me pick them up in the first place -- though I might try one more with the suggested vinegar/soy/rice wine/ginger sauce, which does sound rather tasty.

A previous discussion of the duck eggs led one of my friends to use the clever adjective "Peace Corps-adventurous," coming soon to a slang lexicon near you.