We are strong like ox!
Years ago, right-wing co-worker took us to a Burmese restaurant he and his girlfriend really liked. He ordered, for us, soup made with coconut milk.
As the waitress lifted the lid of the soup tureen I saw a cockroach, sans life, curled atop the thick soup. I pointed it out to the waitress and she used the ladle to deftly scoop out the offending insect, whiped it on a napkin, then proceeded to use the same ladle to fill our small bowls with cockroach flavored soup, which we all ate without further ado.
I remembered this the other day and mentioned it to co-worker. "That was good soup," he said.
"It was, I agreed, and we lived to tell the tale."