Yeah we do eat some disgusting things. What works on me is if you start feeding it to me before I know what it is. Then after I’m accustomed to something it takes a higher level of disgust to turn me.

Hot dogs in fact crossed that threshold. I ate them as a kid then one day questioned what they were, heard John Candy call them lips and assholes, saw a video of that pink slime in big vats, and that turned me. No more hot dogs for me. OTOH, I had a quite tasty vegan hotdog that was good at simulating the real thing using nuts.

I’ve mostly ditched dairy milk out of a combination of mild disgust coupled with better alternatives (coconut milk). I’ll do Bailley’s but pass on the milk stout beers.

Anyway, you can feed bugs and cockroach milk to your kids and maybe they grow up accustomed to it.

I’ve lived in roach infested regions and encountered many. But never smelled them. Are you holding them up to your nose? I’m not sure I ever got closer than ~50cm from one. I wonder if you have an extra sensitive olfactory sense.

In any case, the odor could be a defense mechanism perhaps sucreted and maybe not in the milk. The smell of fish is off putting to me but I can eat a fresh prepared white fish because the odor of the meat is fine.

Goat cheese tastes like goats smell.

I occassionally visited someone with a goat farm. The odor around the farm was quite distinct and far from pleasant. Then when I tried goat cheese, the taste was spot-on the same as the external odor of goats. Really put me off. I cannot do goat cheese because of that. Yet goat cheese is somewhat popular so I don’t get it. I wonder if aroma is unimportant to some people.

Not sure why that is necessarily the case. Recall how wine was made at one point: people barefeet got in a tub of grapes and smashed them by running around. Roach milk could be a matter of rounding up some 8 year old boys and giving them gummy bears or a candybar if they stomp around in a vat of roaches.

I cannot help but think about that future-set movie with a non-stop train conditions non-survivable outside the train, with a class system on the train. The lowest class people were at the back of the train were fed something called nutrition bars or blocks (or something like that), which looked like mysterious black jello-like bricks. They were made on the train from cockroaches. Anyone know what movie I’m talking about? This research fits nicely into that movie narrative.

Agreed.

As a kid I recall stepping on one and thick white milk squirted out. Another kid said “just like a Jr. mint!” Ever since then, I have been unable to mentally separate Jr. mints from cockroaches. And to be clear, that association was not an upgrade for the roaches… it was a mental downgrade to Jr. mints.