“Pig penis”, I replied to the British man standing next to me in Yangshuo, China. He noticed that I had just ordered a strange looking mystery meat from the middle-aged Chinese man with a makeshift barbecue stand. “What’s the uh… twirly meat there?” (Read that with a British accent and try not laughing) was his exact question. I responded the only way I knew how, but I could tell it caught him off-guard. “Well is it any good?” he asked. “Probably not, but it’s worth a shot.” [Read more…]