I have a little ritual on Wednesdays. I come home from class, I eat a nice meal, and I watch television with my girl. This evening my girl broiled some Tilapia, along with a cheesy risotto and we sat down to watch tonight's Ultimate Fighter. (For whatever reason, she's really into this show).
Tonight may have been one of the grossest things I've seen on television. Almost ruined my lovely meal.
I mean, I'm an adventurous eater, and Balut is the one thing I won't touch (and I'm from Daly City, which pretty much makes my honorary Philipino).
Honestly, they should have warning labels on the start of the show for people like me.