Pronounced, in Tagalog dialect (with Midwest twang): el nido soup
The imagery is brilliant: picture a bowl of twigs, assorted flora, a few chick feathers and the necessary glue of feces and drool.
But alas! This dish, a delicacy in regions with a prodigious Swiftlet population (including Malaysia) looks and tastes like chicken broth.
No bird droppings. No bark slivers. Is it inappropriate to tell your waiter that you’re disappointed in a meal that’s made from the boiled-down spit of the common Swallow?
Second question: Who saw the first muddy clump of nest and thought ‘Mm, if we just put that over a fire for a few hours….!’?
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